by Seymour Shubin
I guarantee you, he saidAt the end of his mother’s funeral,That the dead will meet,That they will look in full healthTo each other,Just as they were.Oh yeah, I thought , and whereDo I collect if you are wrong?But that was then and this is now
And oh how I miss herAnd how I want to giveHis money back.
The Bet Copyright 2012 Seymour Shubin
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