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8 Line Poems She walked with a limp
Big, old hat slung over her matted blonde hair
(Vile old hag, though others thought her sweet)
Wearing fishnet tights
And the jewellery she had one
The diamonds, or 'ice' as she preffered to call them
Hanging about her pie filled belly
The toil on her face showed her age and sanity.
