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My mother sowed seeds from dawn until dusk My father kept sheep- My brother tended pigs in his backyard- They all attended church every Sunday. My sister was a ***** All had busted backs when they were fifty, My sister had a big house in New York. All had religion, But my sister had the money. At ninety, with everyone else long dead, She lives in glorious luxury Smiling gently at all those hard-working people Who believe in god Her ageless insouciance worn like a pearl.
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
MY SISTER
My mother sowed seeds from dawn until dusk My father kept sheep- My brother tended pigs in his backyard- They all attended church every Sunday. My sister was a ***** All had busted backs when they were fifty, My sister had a big house in New York. All had religion, But my sister had the money. At ninety, with everyone else long dead, She lives in glorious luxury Smiling gently at all those hard-working people Who believe in god Her ageless insouciance worn like a pearl.
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
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