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REJECTED
When Dr. Charles O'Donnell died
They sank a box with him inside.
They sank a box with him inside.
The plate with his initials three
Was simply graven—“C. O' D.”
Was simply graven—“C. O' D.”
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That night two demons of the Pit
Adown the coal-hole shunted it.
Adown the coal-hole shunted it.
Ten million leagues it fell,
Alighting at the gate of Hell.
Alighting at the gate of Hell.
Nick looked upon it with surprise,
A night-storm darkening his eyes.
A night-storm darkening his eyes.
“They've sent this rubbish, C. O. D.—
I'll never pay a cent!” said he.
I'll never pay a cent!” said he.
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