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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An Overview When Villonia Beebe was a baby of three She got it in her head to trim the Christmas tree. She lit all the pretty candles, Tossed the matchstick away, Sister, brother, dad, and mother Never saw Christmas Day. Nine years went by, she bloomed, and when Villonia was twelve, She got a yen for French and Greek and so decided to delve. When her language teachers asked her What she wanted to do, Villonia taught those profs some things The French and Greeks never knew. She played the field with lots of guys but at age thirty-two She thought to get herself a steady man was what she should do. She tried out Toms, and Dicks, and Harrys, And then settled, in due course, For a handsome hunk named Homer Whose nickname was "Horse". They lived as wife and husband then for sixty-four years, A life of trials and tribulations, lots of laughter, lots of tears. Homer made and sold corn "likker" From a still up in the hills, And Vee would sometimes turn a trick or two To help pay the bills. The lovebirds made their minds up when they turned ninety-five That they would live to be the oldest couple alive, But time and sex and "likker" Tend to play funny tricks, Hunky Homer kicked the bucket At a neat ninety-six. Villonia is alone again like when she was three. She's outlived most of her friends and family. As she sits, and sips, and waits her turn, One reflection seems to calm her, When she's found she'll be so full of 'shine, They won't bother to embalm her.
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