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Remember, my Beloved, what thing we met / By the roadside on that sweet summer day; / There on a grassy couch with pebbles set, / A loathsome body lay.
The wanton limbs stiff-stretched into the air, / Steaming with exhalations vile and dank, / In ruthless cynic fashion had laid bare / The swollen side and flank.