If I should die before I wake
all my bone and skin you take
put me in the compost pile
and decompose me for a while
worms water will have there way
returning me to common clay
all that I am will feed the trees
and little fishies in the sea
when radishes and corn you munch
you may be having me for lunch
and then excrete me with a grin
chortling there goes Howard again.
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