When my nephew was six or seven years old, he composed a short poem which still gives me chills -- he had no idea what it meant (or maybe he did) and I have no idea how he wrote it, but it's as deep and dark as anything I've read:
Soon it comes to every person,
See it happen in one black curtain
Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, Ed McMahon, are names from my youth who have now gone behind the black curtain....
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