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The End of Things
Like how the candle-flame starts sputtering,
And light from it grows taller, flickering,
Man’s pride with arrogance seems frightening,
Whenever defeat is sensed that’s gathering!
A dictator’s end takes him by surprise;
No wary man can avoid its onset;
All good and bad things end someday, somehow;
The storm will usher calm despite delay!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 28-01-12
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