Though at times I seem to find that I'm a person of little understanding, I am thankful that in the confines of my mind I am not alone when standing.

My friends who cherish, and hold me up, are all rooting for me when my number gets called -ever so abrupt(ly).

When I'm gone I have but one thing on(my mind) that I'd like for you all to know: when I die and move on by, I'll be even happier so to find that I've not committed the crime of making my cherished ones cry.

So be happy and click your heels in joy that I've gone to the other side; let me rest in peace with the echo of my happy-passed rhymes a-chime in time.

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