Urn on the Mantel — It Happens/We Happen/We All Happen

They stuffed it so far down in the down mattress
The mites might never find it.
They dropped it off such a high cliff
The dinosaur bones ran when it plunged through the ground.
They shot it so high in the sky
The Russian monkey wet its diaper.
After all that, in utter exhaustion, they slumped to the floor
And it perched on the fireplace mantel,
Looked them straight in the eye
And simply said, “I love you.” It happens.

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