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Allow me to adapt a line from a poem by Ernest Lawrence Thayer: There will be no joy in St. Louis tonight. Ryan Morris disappeared May 10 with the shutdown of XMFan.com. Can someone check on him and make sure he's okay?
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Not exactly sure what's going on with that post 98. Sucks that the retired cop was murdered. Hope the perps get life or the chair. I have no idea what XMFan.com is/was all about. I guess it was a site kinda like DRC (no way as cool though).
Anyway, all this death and poem talk got me thinking about one poem my mom taught me and it has always stuck with me. I think I recited it at some poetry night in middle school. It was first published in 1897.
Richard Cory
BY EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
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