who will look at these
scrapbook of her trip to Ireland and Dubai
She lives alone, so I wonder why
Who will look at these when she’s gone?
she spent all night on them, until dawn.
Someone might look at them, a cousin said.
The rest of us laughed until our faces got red.
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