Emily Dickinson but she was an Imgflipper

Because I could not stop for Deletion He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves And immortality We slowly drove, he knew no haste And I had put away My memes and then my leisure too For his civility. We passed the place where I created On that fateful day We passed the old Meme Generator We passed the setting Sun He stopped before a house that seemed A swelling in the ground The roof was barely visible The cornice in the ground, Since then, it has been years but each Feels shorter than a day I first surmised the horse’s heads Were toward Eternity.