Unnamed Poem, by Cranley Huwbert
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Unnamed Poem, by Cranley Huwbert 
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Locations
| Variant/Location | Region | Spawns | Map |
|---|---|---|---|
| Ground Spawn | Act 4 | 1 | Show Map |
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He was poor, a voyeur, and above all a doer,
He was having a ball, but then death came to call.
She was rich, yet bewitched, and with fine thoughts enriched,
They all called her a doll, but then death came to call.
I'm not loaded, nor bloated, and not often quoted,
I still want it all. Death: postpone your call.