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by Hazel Aug 10, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
And she was gone They said she was a great asset She was just like a pupet She wore a white gown As she was walking down Her hair is black as ivory I could hardly see On winter night she became old She was not yet that old She wore an old coat As she was sitting near a boat Before I can talk to he on and on She was gone