Post 24 made on Saturday August 31, 2002 at 22:04 |
djy RC Moderator |
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Here lies a poor woman who always was tired, For she lived in a place where help wasn't hired, Her last words on earth were, Dear friends I am going, Where washing ain't done nor sweeping nor sewing, And everything there is exact to my wishes, For there they don't eat and there's no washing of dishes . . . Don't mourn for me now, don't mourn for me never, For I'm going to do nothing for ever and ever. An epitaph
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