There was a young man named Ray
Who composed a fine poem each May.
For the rest of the year
He was drunk on strong beer.
For some reason Ray Soon passed away!
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K Morris - Poet 
It sounds like an unsolvable mystery to me!
I am sure you are right. I can’t for the life of me imagine what might have brought about poor Ray’s death …!