As old as she was, she could still stand Not many would ask, "do you want a hand?" Still I promise, though I do try She still stands there, willing to defy She isn't as grumpy as you might think Though the things she would say, could make your heart sink But why tell us this? You might apprehend This is because, I'm her only friend
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