One of Eight Offsprings
Eighty-six and still counting
Got a whole bunch more years to come
Longevity is rampant in my family
I'm the youngest of eight children
Seven sisters and finally li'l ole me
One sister managed to make it to ninety-four
Four lived into their eighties
In fact my only surviving sister is ninety-three
And two lived into their late seventies
My mummy lived to eighty-two
But my poor dear old daddy only lived to sixty-seven
Cancer got him
Usually when hearing about seven sisters
This is what follows, “Wow! You must have been spoiled”
What does that mean... like meat that's gone bad?
I guess you could say I was doted on!
Loved it... I recommend it!
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