There was a man

with a face plain and crude

he was often very nice

but more often very rude

he spent his days at work

toiling away

he spent his nights in drink

leaving his mind addled and gray

was this man a happy one

no man or woman can say

and the day he lost his life

he was alone

and only loneliness dug his grave

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Author: jesseruth84

Trying to figure life out one minute at a time

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