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Sister Spinster
I spied a lass, prone in the grass
Who wore a laced gown of white
But as time passed, it didn't last
Cuz she soiled it every night
The men she knew, was quite a few
She could always make them smile
But in the end, lover or friend
Wouldn't walk her down the aisle
I declare, such a sad affair
No one chose to call her wife
No chapel bells, as fate foretells
Was a spinster all her life
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Randy Freie
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