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Dorothy Parker - Victoria
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Dear dead Victoria
  Rotted cosily;
In excelsis gloria,
  And R. I. P.

And her shroud was buttoned neat,
  And her bones were clean and round,
And her soul was at her feet
  Like a bishop`s marble hound.

Albert lay a-drying,
  Lavishly arrayed,
With his soul out flying
  Where his heart had stayed.

And there`s some could tell you what land
  His spirit walks serene
(But I`ve heard them say in Scotland
  It`s never been seen).
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