The Secretive Mrs Mcdard
Shall we send the lady with the scotty dog a card?
The neighbors did not know her well. Mrs. McDard.
They had heard some rumors, but nothing reliable.
Like her husband was an institution, totally certifiable.
I have not met him, but I heard he is in a loony bin.
This came from one of the oldies, Mrs. Lulu Skin.
I heard he is a player, and he ran away.
They were all watching her get her valentine that day.
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