Rip
Lo, here lies poor Abdul Malik
Who built his life brick by brick
But oh, death came rather quick
and whisked it away with a flick;
God, he was sturdy and not at all sick,
Why then did fate play this cruel trick?
~'Your life in nine lines... or less'
contest by Anthony Slausen
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2018
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