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Better off dead

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Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just
Ourselves—
And Immortality.


We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His
Civility—

We passed the School, where Children strove
At
Recess—in the Ring—
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the
Setting Sun—

Or rather—
He passed Us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—

Since then—'tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward
Eternity—

Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω  Ω 

Didn't I warn y'all not to let me see the damn thing? So now look what's happened ... like, eeeyyyaaahhhh! 

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