Poetry quasi-competition

[simont]

I woke up this morning with an unholy combination of two famous lines of poetry running around my head. The mashed-up line scans nicely, but I couldn't work out what would be a good follow-up.

So, readers of this diary in all its locations, please send suggestions to follow after this opening line:

If I should die before I wake, think only this of me:

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[vyvyanx]

I am not there; one short sleep past, we wake eternally.