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She Would Have

Grampa left it in his will,
At 47 she would inherit the hill,
the mansion, servants, all of it.
They chuckled at his cruel wit.

Now with her birthday a week away
What would all the gossips say?
Terribly alone but soon to be rich,
She died the next day at 46.

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  • ToxicSuicide
    February 7

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    This actually made me smile for some reason. Life is so unfair, and this just illistrates another almost-had-almost-got situation. Poor girl, hopefully her daughter or sister or someone else gets to inherit that fortune. Don't want it going to the government now, do we. Hehe. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck.
    ~ToxicSuicide.