In Atlantis, a long time ago, lived a man named Rall
To be an alchemist was his call
He did many good things for others
And they returned his help without any bothers
He was a light on top of the hill for them
And his light would never go out for them
One day, there was a terrible catastrophe, unkempt
He tried to rescue a friend, but died in the attempt
I am sure that God will reward him, in fact
For his heroic act
June 27,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
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