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Have you ever noticed those Grandmas, who stand in the middle of The road without purpose and as if lost; Not in the middle of a conversation or Waiting for a bus on a stop; just some part Of a road you would least expect it to see Someone standing there all alone Especially a senile woman all alone; but There she stands inconceivable and Baffles you as you walk by noticing her Though only on the periphery of your Vision; and thus your paths diverge w/out Both of you acknowledging it; but you still Go on and she still stands there all by Herself; and that is the truth
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
The Old Woman
Have you ever noticed those Grandmas, who stand in the middle of The road without purpose and as if lost; Not in the middle of a conversation or Waiting for a bus on a stop; just some part Of a road you would least expect it to see Someone standing there all alone Especially a senile woman all alone; but There she stands inconceivable and Baffles you as you walk by noticing her Though only on the periphery of your Vision; and thus your paths diverge w/out Both of you acknowledging it; but you still Go on and she still stands there all by Herself; and that is the truth
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
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