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Funeral Food
We’ll eat well when one of us goes,
when Paul passes, when Dave no shows.
We’ll eat well when it's Tony’s turn,
chicken drumsticks, sausages nice and burnt.
Bring out the quiche,
bring out the pork pies,
cold rice salads and lots of fries.
We eat good when someone dies.
We’ll miss friends when the next time comes,
yearn for their company and gone wisdom.
We’...
Saturday 19th August 2023 10:04 am
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