When John is done, death, don’t be proud.
He sings a serendipitous song of discovery
Of a camel in sand ,a temporary life’s grant
But camels can be lost any times to come.

Since all johns have to die sooner or later,
We may as well make a poem from death
And indeed most poems are about death.
This way we will make most of our death.

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