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Jul 2015
She was the perfect hostess
With a beatific smile
Even white teeth
And deep-set dimples.
She walked through her guests
Encouraging merriment
As she held her
Ever-present bottle
Until one day
The bottle held her.
And the guests all left.
And merriment ceased.
And her smile died first.
niamh
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niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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