middle-aged woman

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not once did

the cars strike

or the glass

doth shatter.


not once did

the vase hit

the floor,

scatter and

scream.


never once did

the piano fall

and crush some

fool who had

just broken the

lottery.


so why, oh, why

for the love of

God do you carry

on so much?

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