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A Country Dowager
A dowager lady of means,
Kept everything spotlessly clean.
She was up at cock's crow,
To cook, clean and sew.
Even her floors had a sheen.
Her neighbor, a fine country squire,
Said, "Maam, do you ever tire?"
She said, "Not a bit,
For I'm perfectly fit.
But you Sir could come light my fire."
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Judy Ball
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