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Esther Shugg 1833-1908
Esther Shugg 1833 – 1908 A woman’s heart forever resides In the glowing hearth of her humble home. Come Earth dwellers. Come Earth survivors. I invite you to my warm and cozy house. There, on the southwest corner Of Mar Vista and Pickering Streets. Venture, if you will, to the little white house With the lace curtains in the front dormer windows. Peer, if you will, through those simple curtains And you will find happiness and priceless joy Embedded on the paneled papered walls there. Peek, if you will, through those transparent glass windows And you will find sadness and hopeless despair Enmeshed on the slatted wooden floors there. I married James Shugg in 1855, and Found rapture on my third finger. I lost James Shugg in 1882, and Found heartbreak in his bloodied handkerchief. Come Earth dwellers. Come Earth survivors. Come to my little cottage on Pickering Street. Look to the old open window there, and You will see James and me, mere ghosts now, Waving from within, Waving with friendly testimony, To a life of steadfast love And melancholy loss.
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