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Dec 2014
Clicky teethed and Eighty-Nine,
She hears the distant high - pitched whine
Of ratty kids in four-strong choirs
Who sing of Kings as she expires.

Wasn't wealthy,  wasn't witty
Not too smart and not too pretty
But loved a man she wed at twenty
And he loved her,  and that was plenty
Written by
Chrisso  Wolverhampton, U. K.
(Wolverhampton, U. K.)   
544
   Juneau
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