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.
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