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Betty Grace

Without our Betty Grace a seamstress of Fashion and lace once upon a time she lit up a room, a starlight a beauty, a movie in your room As time has rolled, meandered on the bridge of Toll governed by politicians , divisions , conqering for the good of all . Betty Grace RIP She lived on a shoe string living in poverty Living on a meal called pasta salt pepper and butter spaghetti bills to pay one meal a day no heating to warm her elderly bones she sat all alone. Betty Grace is her name Our forgotten hero x

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