HER

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COUNTRY POEMS

She's alone, out to
get away from home
On Friday night
She, a usual, regular sight.
Sometimes, it gives her a fright.

She wonders if
this will be her life.
Will she ever be see
a wife?

She, at dinner.
Nobody thinks she a winner.
Nobody, out with her, wants to know.
Nobody, her wants to get to know

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