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The sad end of a Facebook friend
With fists of steel An iron will Hands that flew And an aim as true As the words of a dying man He beat back depression And in quick succession He was beaten too By the likes of you Or maybe the lack thereof He floated like a butterfly While importanter things fluttered by Stung like a bee Drove him to his knees Which is where we found him The shadow boxer fell Upon the shadow he fought so well Together at last His future and past While his timeline languored on So the story was written (Not really! No one cared to write it Don't be silly) And the dust was bitten And nary a Facebook friend So much as tipped a hat to him They didn't know him like that by Gene Strother ©2023 by Gene Strother, all rights reserved (because who would want them)