I lived amongst the pines for many a year until I died.
Right there! is where it happened.
Squashed flat by a railroad engine. Can you beat that?
No, didn't hurt, much. Seemed to happen pretty quick.
Left this old body behind soon afterward.
Nowadays the grass is still brownish and the pines smell as sweet as they ever did.
But I just don't get it.
How can a all these things continue on when I'm not here in a body to witness em?
I puzzle this out daily, not much better to do.
No whitlin' or smokin' no more.
Can still smell them pines, tho.
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