Loving Florence
her fantastical stories raised the hair on my chest
I am a girl and she gave me her wholesome best
her life was colorful which she did not mind sharing with me
I visited her Iowa farm house daily in the summer for afternoon tea
she told me tales children should not really hear
but I kept them to myself, for I loved this story-telling dear.
her name was Florence, and her outrageous stories were the best.
She had goats in her house, a nonconformist without societies test.
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