Saturday, September 29, 2012

Subterranean Phantasies Comments

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I died. As meekly in the earth I lay,
With shriveled fingers reverently folded,
The worm-uncivil engineer!-my clay
Tunneled industriously, and the mole did.
My body could not dodge them, but my soul did;
For that had flown from this terrestrial ball
And I was rid of it for good and all.
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Ambrose Bierce
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