Well Done, Dorothea
There she stood, in a room all spic and span
Her name was Dorothea – the nun of Maryland
Ever so lightly, she picked flowers day and night
Oh! She was indeed the gift of God that did all her tasks
Did she happen to disobey her superiors and anger the ones above?
Obedient, classy and wise – the gift of God did as she was told.
Rummaging through antiques, she have found the key
Another key that held lies instead of answers, unfortunately.
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