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Boruck and Waterman upon their grills / In Hades lay, with many a sigh and groan, / Hotly disputing, for each swore his own / Were clearly keener than the other's ills.
And, truly, each had much to boast of -- bone / And sinew, muscle, tallow, nerve and skin, / Blood in the vein and marrow in the shin, / Teeth, eyes and other organs (for the soul / Has all of these and even a wagging chin) / Blazing and coruscating like a coal! / For Lower Sacramento, you remember, / Has trying weather, even in mid-December.