Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings,
poking me in the ribs and cackling,
telling me, “You’re next.”
They stopped after,
I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
poking me in the ribs and cackling,
telling me, “You’re next.”
They stopped after,
I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.

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