Here
lies a poor woman who always was tired,
For
she lived in a place where help wasn't hired.
Her
last words on earth were, Dear friends I am going
where
washing ain't done nor sweeping nor sewing.
And
everything there is exact to my wishes,
For
there they don't eat and there's no washing of dishes...
Don't
mourn for me now, don't mourn for me never,
For
I'm going to do nothing for ever and ever.
Epitaph
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The quality of a person's life is in direct proportion to their commitment to excellence, regardless of their chosen field of endeavor.
Vincent "Vince" Lombardi
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