There is a dancing fat man who is ready to explode.

He is playing a rag time jag on the piano and wearing a melancholy grin as if he knows it’s his time.

The earth mother knows all of this because she can smell his end and waits to receive him.

The church bells will announce it and the townsfolk will gather to witness.

The solemn reception that will follow is where the tragedy will be spoken of.

It was a time and what a time it was, it was a time, when he was with us.

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