One Little Old Women
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Category : Poems
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She lived,
all alone....
In an old house.
Sometimes...
She knows,
how to let burn,
her heater.
But,
SOMETIMES....
She forgets,
her matches!
..... Most of the time.....
She was cold,
the poor little creature,
and
try to hold her hands,
against the stove.
That...... night,
.... She wove......
a woollen pullover
close to a small light.
