I watched it topple down a hill
And sink beside a tuft of grass.
… I laughed like mad,
… And laughing still
I bowed and thanked the bit of shell
That set me free and made me glad.
I strolled to hell.
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2014/8/7 - 11:56
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