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POEM “Coffin”

Little wooden shed
I called her.
"I thought it was a she"
Little wooden shed
Actually was a he!
Then I thought to myself
"I'll give that thing a name!"
I bloody knew it
I fell in love
With a wooden box.
When I entered the relationship
I could only conclusivly ask
"Coffin, is that you?"


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