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,…
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