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Stopping by Woods to Dump A Body
Whose vaporized head this is I think I know. His body is still in the chamber, though; He will not see it spazzing there Perhaps I should put it outside; in the snow. My little horsey thinks this dead head queer To stop without a body near I decided instead to fling it out onto the frozen lake The rotting process will take a year. He gives his harness bells a shake He thinks the odd head some mistake. It appears to him to be a dweeb Of a simple mind and a total flake. The vaporized head is empty and doesn't sound a peep, But it doesn't know where art its body, It's miles away upon the frozen lake, It's miles away upon the frozen lake. Mortimer Dexter Foxworthy |