Oh no, I am old!
Once upon a time my mom did my laundry
My dad did the dishes
And I did nothing
Time passes by, now I do the chores
Wiping and sweeping and...Oh! What a bore
One day I asked, how much longer will this go on?
And sadly, I heard
Forever.
I thought to myself
Oh no
I am old
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