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Puzzled by your measured liftime, Much confusion you equate, Knowing, as you grasp a lifeline, Schedules show a drowning date. Set upon by weeds and thickets, Shuttered windows hide the veiw. Then to find out-dated tickets, Missed events concerning you. Sit and mull this worn location, Weakened walls that lean askew. Houses' weary avocation, Fighting Dry Rot seeping through. Lived a life with doubts it happened, Births and deaths and in-betweens. Witness to a chaos bastion Passers-by would deem serene. Ghosts, convinced they still are living Fool themselves with false vignettes. Soon the messengers will give them Peaceful crossing to their death. Gene Bourne 06-08-14 .

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Date: 6/8/2014 2:23:00 PM
The ending syllable of each line varies, beginning with Acataletic, followed by Cataletic and continuing this pattern throughout.
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Date: 6/8/2014 2:06:00 PM
Trochaic Tetrameter meter
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