When It Is Skeletal Peace
When it is skeletal peace
An aunt wont want her nice niece,
Of all things Good Aunt could miss,
Certainly not her soft kiss…
All would be to no avail,
The real peace to not prevail
Plain malice was the old nail,
Still with them in its loved veil,
One another’s name they hail
But expect in life to fail…
One had ended up in jail
And the other’s mirth lost trail,
She’d rather die than her bail
Or a relief package mail…
If she get freed time to wail
And at her good lawyer rail…
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