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Therefore Sing your lines Paint your signs Rearrange the parking fines Eat some fish Like a dish Savor the memories that you wish Gleam with zeal Like burnished steel Be kind to those who serve last meals Smile so sweet It’s a treat Tear out my heart within a beat Sleep too long All goes wrong Bow when the master hits the gong Quietly die To the sky Prepare the way and cease to cry Lose your touch Oh so much Gone is youth’s soft whispering touch Do not dote On those who gloat We’re all the same when we step on the boat. Mark Burton Saturday, February 24, 2001, 10:34 P.M.