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Oct 2016
She wakes at break of day.
She has few words to say.

She takes her tea at noon.
She'll never die too soon.

Her dress is plain and sere.
She lets no one come near.

Her shoes are broad at heel.
Who knows how she really feels?
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   Leah Shatzer and ---
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