Your glittering smile is seen from a mile,
But outdid the sun beams on the flowing Nile.
The passage to your kiosk was oft frequented.
A resort for intimacy and with friendship scented
Wishing to attend your funeral but fettered by fate and exile,
To witness, at your tombstone,
that
you
never
pushed
forth
something
vile.
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