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"Sleep here awhile, thou dearest part of me and in little time, I will sleep with thee."
I don't know where I got this from, I read it somewhere and I wrote it down. If you know the author, I would love it if you could tell me who wrote this!!


Did you ever stop to think as the 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,
In your stomach and out your snout,
And your eyes fall out and your teeth decay-
And that is the end of a perfect day.
This parody of the famous "Hearse Song" is from the folklore collection at the University of Massachusettes.

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GHOSTS
A cold and starry darkness moans
And settles wide and still.
Over a jumble of tumble stones,
Dark on a darker hill.
An owl among the shadowy walls,
Grey against the grey.
Of ruins and brittle weeds,
Calls and soundlessly swoops away.
Rustling over scttered stones,
Dancers hover and sway.
Drifting among there own bones,
Like webs of the Milky Way.

Created: April 3, 1997
Updated: whenever I can!!

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