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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

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