Once upon a time,
Death walked abroad
across the marshlands
and swamps, down tan beaches
and along the bottom of the empty ocean,
bored as buggery -
thud-headed with it, in fact -
all the while,
unaware of a perfect egg
who rode him pick-a-back.
One day, Death slipped.
The egg went
crack.
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