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Betty

Betty didn't came to her own wake said she had other things to do Didn't share the news with the mourners she hadn't heard of her own demise Wretched wet warm summers clouds of turpentine Going to see the river man and tell of her past travails Betty is wading in the bay without a word to say unaware she be missed

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