did you ever think
as a hearse goes by
that you may be the next to die
they wrap you up in a big white sheet
from your head down to your feet
and the worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
through your stomach and out of your snout
and your eyes fall out and your teeth decay
and thats the end of a
perfect day
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