This is not my poem it is a friend who asked me to post it. Please review.
Consulting Detective stood on a wall.
Consulting Detective prepared for a fall.
All St. Bart's women and all Lestrade's men
Could never put Sherlock together again.
Not very much longer to stand on this wall.
Only a moment to make one more call.
Do it to save him; do it for John.
Step out into space, feel the wind, then you're gone.
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A lone Army Doctor stood by a grave.
Cried for the friend he'd have died just to save.
Reached out his fingers for one final touch.
"I was so alone, and I owe you so much."
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