One Little Old Women Read Count : 42

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. 




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  • perfect sir

    Jan 29, 2021

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    Jan 29, 2021

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