There was a happy guy
He wore a toga and sandals
Had a goat
And a small stretch
Of land
With a garden
And a still
Where he brewed barley beer
He was
Well regarded
By his wife
And his
Children
And his
Community
And then
The
Thera eruption
Occured
And
His little island
In the
Aegean sea
Blew into the atmosphere
Along with him and
Everything
He held
Dear
Fertilized places far away
Makes one
Wonder
About the point
Of being happy
When the
Tangible fact
Is
Existence
Is finite
Sometimes
Finishing
Unexpectedly
But he died
Happy
Because
Life isn’t
About
Expecting
The end
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