When? when?

The marriage song

From mother though now gone

To sisters, brows creased in worry
Tick tock

My biological clock

The one only they seem to hear

It drowns out every other sound
Hurray Hurray

My name on the radio, My plaque on the wall

But my biological clock overshadows it all

I may be queen of the world, but I’m still an old maid

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