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Dedicated to my Mom on her 95th birthday.

I was born in 1930

I was like a little birdie 

I'd chirp and tweet from inside my cage

Nothing new I'm proposing 

Spend my time decomposing 

By now, you could've figured out my age 

I am 95

But you know I am not living

No, I'm not alive 

So I can't be so forgiving

I would love to be feeling happy, feeling merry 

It's hard to when you're in the cemetery

95

I'm so mad I am seething 

I have felt this way from the moment I stopped breathing 

Would love if I could get out a bit more often 

I can't because I'm lying in my coffin

95..

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