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It seems Scooby Doo ate his late Scooby snack.
I'll say chances are he won't ever come back.
I'd be willing to say he probably wasn't prepared.
At least where he's at now, he'll never be scared.
I had to write an epitaph for a 12th grade English class assignment. I thought an optimist and pessimist could interpret the end of this poem in very different ways. Pessimist - not scared when you're dead. Optimist - he's in Heaven.
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