Willie Counsels Millie - Poem by Donal Mahoney
Let’s stop the crying, Millie.
It’s true our friends are dying.
They’re old like you and me.
Why not celebrate instead
that 80 years ago you and I
came into the world.
No doctor pulled us
from the womb and
tore us limb from limb.
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