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Sunday, December 5, 2010

Tired Housewife

      ERE lies a poor woman who was always tired
      She lived in a house where help wasn't hired
      Her last words on earth were: 'Dear friends, I am going
      To where there's no cooking, or washing, or sewing
      For everything there is exact to my wishes
      For where they don't eat there's no washing of dishes
      I'll be where loud anthems will always be ringing
      But having no voice I'll be quit of the singing
      Don't mourn for me now, don't mourn for me never
      I am going to do nothing for ever and ever.

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