And still the letters came.Her neatly printed nameWas clear on every one.A few proclaimed she’d wonA one-time cruise or cash,While others (bright and brash)Would ask her, “how are you?,”Not knowing what we knew,That yesteryear she’d died,Despite what science tried.Yet still they came in . . . . Continue Reading »
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