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As she put on his makeup and straightened his tie,
She felt breathy, and slightly light headed,
With a twinkle of mischief agleam in her eye,
Through his fingers, her own she then threaded.
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Gently caressing his cold blueish skin,
Of formaldehyde, there were still traces.
She was tickled to find rigor mortis set in,
Staying stiffness in just the right places.
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Mounting beds at the morgue proved a somewhat unglamorous
Grave, necromantic endeavor,
But, for the cadaverous, Alma was amorous.
Best summer internship ever.
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