[[The Grim Reaper driving a horse-drawn carriage.]]
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
[[A woman wearing her hair in a bun grabs Death by the arm and pulls him off the carriage. There is a Y-button symbol in the lower left corner.]]
The carriage held but just oursel--
Death: Hey!
<<GRAB>>
[[The woman takes off in the carriage, leaving Death in her dust, on the ground.]]
Woman: Hyah!
[[The Grand Theft Auto logo is shown, with the stamp "Emily Dickinson Edition" underneath. There is a picture of stick-Emily, arms crossed, and a scythe next to her.]]
{{Title text: I learned from Achewood that since this poem is in ballad meter, it can be sung to the tune of Gilligan's Island. Since then, try as I might, I haven't ONCE been able to read it normally.}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
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