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Happy Birthday
Ninety-eight years old today
Broke down like an old sofa
You have to climb off of
I remember your daddy though
He died young
Fifty-five ain't no time for a man to live
Pshaw life just makin' sense then
But ninety-eight is too old
Folks hopin' I make a hundred
But I don't! I settled my accounts
I'm ready to go!
Your daddy was a good man
Wish I coulda known him longer
Not this long but longer you know
With health
Here in this death house they call
A nursing home; nobody gets
Out alive, what I can smell ain't pleasant
What I can taste ain't good and what I can
Remember happened thirty years ago
Your daddy was lucky to get out when
He did though 'cause this here ain't shit!
Sittin' around mouldering away
Yep ninety-eight years old today
Eighty in health eighteen in decay
Humphf!
Written by Orlando S. Boykin
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