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Who is going to call when she is gone?

Who is going to wash my underwear?

The cats are mourning, a new day dawning.

My shoes need shining and the strings are knots.

The preacher was late and mispronounced her name.

Who is going to call when she is gone?

The cemetery is behind the mall and parking is scarce.

Santa Claus drove a pickup truck but planted a tree for

my Sandi.

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