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The Youngest Son Wins Again

As our dad lay dying
     He called us to his side:
"The money's in the...."
     He said, and then he died.

My brothers broke out crying
     And wailing fit to burst,
And then they started vying
     To find the treasure first.

For days they kept on trying,
     But little did they know,
I'd already been prying
     And nabbed it weeks ago.

◄ What A Tragedy

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keith jeffries

Thu 1st Aug 2019 20:29

How typical this is of families dealing with bereavement. There is often a huge bun fight as the lots are shared out. I love the last two lines. Good for you

Keith

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