Janet, these are so habit-forming, it's scary!
1.
That perfect peace was all I craved,
as those weary years kept advancing--
But now day and night upon my grave
I hear my friends a'dancing.
2.
To find renown in youth was her aim,
which of course today seems preposterous—
For now she's gone, it's clear that her fame,
if it finds her at all, will be posthumous.
3.
Here lies old what's-his-name, the swine,
for whom my tears once fell.
And though forgiveness is divine
I hope he rots in hell.
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