The last laugh
Don’t we all forget,
in the end? Don’t
we all lose control?
But I knew an old lady
who remembered
her mother, laughed
like a baby,
died.
That’s something.
Don’t we all forget,
in the end? Don’t
we all lose control?
But I knew an old lady
who remembered
her mother, laughed
like a baby,
died.
That’s something.
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