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They cursed and reviled him

But he was dead

They gossiped late into the night
Taking delight at his plight

But he was dead

They gathered and made plans
They handed out bans

But he was dead

His flesh had died
On that fateful night
His spirit was born
Now in new form

So they shuffled like pigs
Dining on news ‘tit -bits’
They kept his name awake
Took anything they could take

But he was dead

The part that was alive
Was all in his head
But they could not reach it
So they gossiped instead

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