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Miss Martha in her worn out frills, Sat in her rocking chair with a quilt and a pen. Her tabby rolled around her feet, Watching the brown crested hen.
Bless her and her slipping memories. Her gumless smile like the setting sun, Her withering eyes glowing with wisdom of the past. Forgetting when her life will end and when it begun.
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