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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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