The Beginning of Endings

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It was the heat and the booze that threw me,

And in the hush of his orbit, he knew me.

With a whisper of soul and a shadow of sin

the End prepared itself to begin.

The End was trusted, steadfast, strong

His voice rang silent, clear and long

like summer bells in vocal flight

or stars at noon and lunch at night.

The summer floods sent torrential pain

And the thunder clapped to watch again.

The End observed but did not flinch

the face of love, when its cheek he pinched.

And just as End had knew he would,

The Final Curtain came down good

to shroud the sorry little show

of life and love and all we know.

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