[Stultis]

Sad article. Genuinely sad.

As a sort of relief, I offer the solace of the poet's muse:

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by Tyrone Green

Dark and lonely on a summer's night.

Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.

Watchdog barking. Do he bite?

Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.

Slip in his window. Break his neck.

Then his house I start to wreck.

Got no reason. What the heck?

Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.

C-I-L my land lord!

[ABN 505]

I am tossing my Tennyson. That was Beautiful.