woman

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By sushil bansal

Here lies a poor woman, who always was tired, she lived in a place where help was not hired, her last words on the earth were, Dear friends, I am going, where washing,sweeping,sewing,ain!t done, everything there is , exect to my wishes, There they do not eat, there is no washing of dishes...... Don`t mourn for me now, Don~t mourn for me never. for I am going to do nothing, for ever for ever.

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August 3, 2010 11:25sushil bansal

this is reality of life! wonderful poem . GOD BLESS YOU.