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To An Ante-Mortem Undertaker Who Embalms Me In Verse

If I were dead
And yet had read
The praise you have applied,
Methinks I'd be
More speedily
A body mortified.
And would that now
I might avow
A spirit quite becalmed;
But, truth to tell,
I seem to smell
The thing you have embalmed.

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