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Death and I

I was conversing with Death one day While walking on along my way When he told me to forsake the day And I sent him sadly on his way He seemed aghast at what i said And determined then to see me dead He ran me over, Left only tread And then pronounced my body dead Upon my grave, he sat 'till dawn And tried to keep the soil on And then till eve he sat upon My body still fresh buried on He pulled me out late at night Pronounced my figure a sure fright We then began to fight Long past the end of night
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