[Drango]

Condolences to his family.
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Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
‘Good-morning,’ and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

[Mr Ramsbotham]

Come, Death, let us today be wed,
For I despise this virgin Life,
Let you in black then be the Groom,
And I in white shall be your wife.
Then when the troths and vows are said,
And all the revelry is still,
Together shall we lie in chill
Repose, and make our marriage bed.

[Hetty_Fauxvert]

And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

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Very apt. Haven’t thought of that poem in years. So true.