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Rude Awakenings
“Where… Where am I?” said the man, on awaking, most bewildered and scared.
“Why, you’re home, sir,” came a reply, all full of despair.
“But home’s not cold, nor dark like the grave.”
“It will be, now on, like this I’m afraid,”
“Alone it darkness, with no voice to pray.”
