Once there was a little wife
In a world of green and gold
With all things bright and shiny,
With happiness bought and sold.
Now there is a little wife
Who understands the cold
Who's been through fires and storms and wars
And now feels very old.
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I don't know what to say about this piece, except that I like it. I love how it reads like a limerick, but has the weight of a tome.
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