Bye, Bye Auntie
My sister I have already dished her,My brother who wants his custard,
But all I wanted was to see my auntie,
One more time before she died,
"Bye, cruel world,"
She thought,
As I sighed,
Mom says death is natural,
I thought taking a breath was natural,
And we all know life isn't fair
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