When death comes knocking at my door, I shall eat my fill of garlic, cough in his face; and he shall cringe to his very core.

When death comes knocking at my door,
I shall eat my fill of garlic, cough in his face;
and he shall cringe to his very core.
a funny little poem mom wrote today

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