he always wanted a pool.
Well, in the end, he got himself a pool.
Well, this is where you came in, back at that pool again,
the one I always wanted. It's dawn now and they must
have photographed me a thousand times.
Then they got a couple of pruning hooks from the garden
and fished me out... ever so gently. Funny, how
gentle people get with you once you're dead.
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