Poem of Archin

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A Poem of Archin
:- by Archin
I just read a poem written about a fellow during the Victorian period, who reminded me of Archin. 
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<BR>The poem was written of Robert Lowe, by a fellow that didn't like him. 
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 "Here lies poor old Robert Lowe; 
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 Where he's gone to I don't know; 
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 If to the realms of peace and love, 
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 Farewell to happiness above; 
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 If, haply, to some lower level, 
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 We can't congratulate the devil."
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<BR>I thought I'd just switch some words around and angle it towards my louder half. 
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<BR>It's an epitaph: 
 "Here lies poor old Archin Brey 
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 His mouth finally has been stayed 
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 If the Light be his resting place 
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 Farewell to peace and quiet space; 
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 But if to darkness, he be left 
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 The Legion, forever, rendered deaf"