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Last of the Brood

Here lies the last of the brood Though always sloshed, never rude Fame and fortune eluded him So, he filled himself up to the brim Always there when we would call He died from drinking alcohol. written February 26, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 2/27/2022 3:53:00 PM

Sad ending, and yet plausible and totally believable.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 2/27/2022 4:51:00 PM

I started to ask you about it while I was writing it. I couldn't come up with a name I thought would work, so I avoided the name. I think it works rather well anyway.