Morgue
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Herbert Nehrlich
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She took the lift
to speed things up
down to the morgue
she had been sent.
Pick up a tag
which could be found
attached to his big toe.
No soul in sight
(though they were felt)
she opened number nine.
A moan did greet
a student nurse
she ran in record time
up to floor ten
where she then hugged
the janitor's own broom,
she quit and works
even today
with parsley and with dill.
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