Mama is a nagging wife.
When she nags; the house thunders, Papa trembles, we hide under the wooden bunk asking God to save us from the incoming third world war.
Another day of toil and strife,
Another page so white,
Within that fateful Log of Life
That I and all must write;
Another page without a stain
To make of as I may,
That done, I shall not see again
Until the Judgment Day.
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