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Because I could not stop for Death,

He kindly stopped for me;

The carriage held but just ourselves

And immortality.

 
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

 Lucy held the ball so tight,

I flipped and hit the ground

What a puts! I said out loud,

Good grief charlie brown.

 My thoughts exactly.

 Or Yiddish.

It's putz.

I know Charles Schultz.

Cleary.

 There's a octopus on his face.