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Hazel Mary

I know a lady of elder years, Hazel Mary is her name. I tell her H.M. means, "Her Majesty" It's just a part of a fun filled game. She speaks with an Irish accent Which I can spend hours listening to. She's tall and quick to action And she makes it clear she's no one's fool. She's loyal, kind, and honest And she knows what a friendship means. She's proved it many times to me As I watched her for, "A friend to be". "And now with the Grace of God She is now friend to me!" Brenda Elizabeth Rose

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