Her Heart- By Ginny Rose
I once saw an old lady.
Cradling her heart between her chest.
It's beat was heavy.
And it snuggled against her breasts.
I asked her why she held it.
Indeed she took a sigh.
She stroked her heart faster.
As I watched her, wondering why.
She didn't want anyone stealing it.
That mistake she made many times.
Her heart was very sensitive.
"Oh why? Don't die!"
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