Thursday, June 6, 2013

           Did you ever think as a hearse goes by
           That you may be the next to die?
          They wrap you in a big white sheet
           From your head down to your feet.
           And the worms crawl in and worms crawl out,
           In your stomach and out your snout,
           And your eyes fall out and your teeth decay-
           And that is the end of a perfect day.

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