Tomorrow it would be 73 years.
It wouldn't be that much; your
parents lived to be 77 and 82, your
favourite aunt out to be 77 too,
a grandmother 86, two uncles
89, another 85 and so forth.
It wouldn't be that much,
mother, yet it won't be.
28.05.2024
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