Out for Groceries
You sent him out for groceries.
He's been gone for centuries.
Perhaps you should have held your tongue.
Now, he is forever gone.
Where he rests now, I can't tell -
could be he's fallen in a well.
Where he lies, you'll never know.
The answer ain't in the wind that blows.
You may as well, say your farewell,
because there is no one who can foretell -
no seers, wise men, or sages.
He'll be lying there for ages.
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