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.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Tired Housewife
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