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Poor Martha Anne Mcbanes

Here lies pretty Martha Anne McBanes She never sang verses, only refrains While attempting to whistle, Pricked her chin on a thistle And died of an infection in her brain.
written March 3, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/7/2022 12:01:00 AM
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What a horrible life! I cannot whistle, and sometimes resent that everyone else I ever know seems to be able to do it. My grandchildren learned how at about age 4 and all torment me with this.
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/7/2022 8:45:00 AM
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I cannot whistle either, no matter how hard I try. Occasionally, I can wheet out a tune, but it's generally pretty bad.
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Marco Chies
Date: 3/3/2022 1:11:00 PM
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My maternal grandmother was called Ana Martha, a strong and determined woman, but she never whistled, thank goodness!
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/7/2022 8:46:00 AM
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I just knew that I would make up a name that was someone's. Yep, it happened.
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Tom Cunningham
Date: 3/3/2022 1:02:00 PM
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Lol RIP Martha.
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/3/2022 2:36:00 PM
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(chuckling). Yes, Martha, rest in peace. I couldn't figure out whether this was a limerick or an epitaph. The latter seemed to work best.

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