Chicks, Music & Wine

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Neighbor nun knocked on my door with a rosary,

shoving it into my hands.

I hear you on weekends, she muttered,

with your chicks,

your wine

and your loud, bad music.

I’ve been praying for you to quiet down,

But God hasn’t been listening.

It’s summer, she shrugged,

so he’s probably on vacation.

I’m giving you this rosary,

so you know I mean business .

If you don’t quit with the chicks,

music

and wine,

you’ll be in heaven

soon.

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