in the honor list
Happiness gets first.
Sadness cannot make it.
Top Ten is merrymaking.
Grief is an outsider.
But everyone gets out
of the room
to be inside the bus
back home.
Before that is the
tragedy.
All those on the honors
list die.
Here, Sadness tops
them all.
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