When my poor body died,—Alas!
I watched it topple down a hill
And sink beside a tuft of grass.
…….. I laughed like mad,
……. and laughing still
I bowed and thanked the bit of shell
That set me free and made me glad.
Then quietly,
I strolled to Hell.
In a published book
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sweet. Loved the rhyming scheme as well as the content. ~DK
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This was actually funny- the rhyming definately added a lighter air to it... I do like the dark humor of death setting someone free.
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