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Grandma Mary prayed the rosary Name of the father, son, and homemade pierogi Whole thing of Oleo anointed by the Holy Ghost In the kitchen cutting up potatoes for the Koshi 4 pots boiling at the same time Mushrooms jumping out a pickle brine to change lives 30 minutes from Poconos bunny slope Where Lithuanian immigrants learned to shovel coal The decor is white Jesus All walls, everywhere you turn the guy's bleeding Figurines, images, even a Aes original A pencil drawing of the praying hands I drew in middle school My other relatives thought it was pretty cool I must've drawn like 6 of them shits to distribute 'Round where the word of God is the good stuff And 5 o'clock mass fill the block with babushkas 6:02 back at fort You could smell the cigarettes through the door Potpourri on the shelf, sun down, lighting bugs on the the porch Way before the sundowning was too much to ignore This a sharp-witted widow, who do you the fucking solid Of speaking a different language when gossiping 'bout your mama Her mama was Mociute to the children She made a farmer's cheese and live to be a hundred million As myliu tave, she would call us "Katias" Cats, I guess we were hyperactive little brats Letras de cancionesIt's funny 'cause she had like 10 kids Though I only met the ones that lived past '76 They mostly been a rotating cast on the sofa Here an uncle, there an uncle, that is not a soda Bang on the water pipe, down come Leona She could eat a onion like a apple what a soldier, gold I remember this coat being warmer I wore it all last year And don't remember needing so many god-damned layers We are bundled up X-ing the squares X-ing the squares Grandma said she used to be a fireman Grandma said she used to be a lifeguard Performance art that ran for her entire lifespan Then again that Mary Mary was a wild card Back bedroom had a door to the cellar It's more a hole bore to Gehenna The lore is ancient, the laws archaic Y'all keep misbehaving, y'all sleeping in the basement Better yet y'all sleeping on the porch She was kidding but it him with the fear of the Lord The gear down's more outta fear than remorse I guess whatever put a couple a tears in the borscht Cheers, 2 foot of fresh powdered sugar on the mountain We opted out for Morton Downey Jr. Marshmallow Fluff above the toaster It's Vititus for the toast of Hanover, yea '07 ma called me in London Tone that could only mean one thing, Your grandmother something, something Who fuck's supposed to make dumplings? I remember this coat being warmer I wore it all last year And don't remember needing so many god-damned layers We are bundled up X-ing the squares X-ing the squares From Letras Mania