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Mary

Everybody called her Mary,her story is legendary in her small home town, after a night of dancing,a drunk driver ran her down. As she lay among the shattered glass, Sweet Mary she breathed her last. What a heavy price to pay, She passed away in her favorite evening gown. People gathered round in tears, Hearts are still haunted after all these years, by the memories that are still crystal clear to all who were on the scene that day By: J.N.R Dutton

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