We all tend to congregate
But wishing never, ever, to
be interrupted, we won't
reconcile our differences,
for fear of immediately
being arrested and imprisoned,
as our sentencing would certainly
be death by hanging; and at
present, none of us would go
along quietly; so in effect, we
simply block out the rest of
the world - 'till death do us part.
'2008'
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