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E.E.Cummings

Here is little Effie’s head, her brains are made of gingerbread. When the judgment day comes, God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffin lid, waiting for something to rise, as if something always did. Imagine His surprise, bellowing above the noise, “Where is Effie?” She was dead.

And back to God in a tiny voice “My name is Maybe” the first crumb said. Where upon the other crumbs chuckled as if they were alive. Number two crumb picked up the song, “Might I’m called, I’ve done no wrong.” Cried the third crumb “I’m Should, here’s my little brother Could and my big brother Would; don’t punish us for we’ve been good”. And the last crumb with some shame whispered unto God “My name is Must and with the others we’ve been Effie, who isn’t alive.”

Cross the threshold have no dread, lift the sheets back in this way, here’s little Effie’s head, her brains are made of gingerbread.
 
--- E.E.Cummings

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