And saw the skull beneath the skin
And breastless creatures under ground
Leaned backward with a lipless grin.
Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
He knew that thought clings round dead limb
Tightening its lusts and luxuries.
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Excellent!
I'll see your Eliot and raise you Hardy ....
I can say anything which would equal Raewald's comment. :)
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