Great-Grandmother
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My hair? Well, indeed, I am not such a prig As to wish to conceal that I’m wearing a wig. One eye’s out plumb and I look like a fright? Perhaps I have not put the glass one in right. My teeth? Oh, well, there now, dare if you can My dentist the right to... Read More
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Had I met thee in they beauty When my hand and heart were free, And no other claimed the duty Which my sould would yield to thee. Had I wooed thee–had I won thee, Oh, how blest had been my fate; But they sweetness hath undone me– I have found thee–but too late! Like the... Read More
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While going through some of my grandmother’s belongings after she passed away, I discovered a bank ledger book with dates as far back as 1842 in it. On almost every frail page in exquisite penmanship is an original poem written by my great grandmother. She has even marked some of them as songs – unfortunately... Read More
