
I paid a visit to Morgan
A player of the church organ
I thought that he might need a lift
So I thought I would take a gift
My idea was a poor one
For when I arrived at his place
Outside the door was his wife Grace
She greeted me then gave a sigh
And she told me the reason why
He had vanished without a trace.
Sometimes we get there too late. Very nice poem.
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