September 20, 1993|By H.B. Johnson Jr.

Today fate dropped

two dead bodies

on my doorstep.

It happened just

as I was about to

leave the house.

So I said to myself:

Now why do I have to be

bothered with all this?

I looked up at the weather.

The rain was twisted and gray,

the clouds black like death.

@With a tear for them,

I knew why

I stepped over the bodies

and went to work.

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