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An open letter to chicks like thee, You wait until you're nearly sixty-three, You'll end up talking like me, You'll sound like the Dead Grandmas Society, Fine-thinking women, very snippy, Got no time for nasties and rudies, "What's this?" "What's for tea?" "A plate of good manners from me!!" (And the Dead Grandmas Society!) A fact of life, real scary, When you're nearly sixty-three, Words appear from the clouds, prithee, You'll sound like the Dead Grandmas Society.......
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
THE DEAD GRANDMA SOCIETY.....
An open letter to chicks like thee, You wait until you're nearly sixty-three, You'll end up talking like me, You'll sound like the Dead Grandmas Society, Fine-thinking women, very snippy, Got no time for nasties and rudies, "What's this?" "What's for tea?" "A plate of good manners from me!!" (And the Dead Grandmas Society!) A fact of life, real scary, When you're nearly sixty-three, Words appear from the clouds, prithee, You'll sound like the Dead Grandmas Society.......
A bit of fun about a fact of life. Feedback welcome.
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
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