365 Poems in 365 Days: One Hundred
Recently my great-aunt turned a hundred years old
Sadly she wasn’t well enough for me to go and say
Congratulations. Last time we spoke I think she thought I was gay
Unable to change her mind I let the conversation fold
Number 219. This is too complex to explain.
Sadly she wasn’t well enough for me to go and say
Congratulations. Last time we spoke I think she thought I was gay
Unable to change her mind I let the conversation fold
Number 219. This is too complex to explain.
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