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June 10, 2012
She wanted a staddle stone
for a head stone.
She was barmy
Hated anything smarmy!
And there it was-
A stone mushroom.
It looked bizarre
Hurrah
Her way of saying tarah.
It stood covered in moss,
near to a black granite cross.
So weird
So feared
Ungodly, unnatural,
but ‘so her’ to the end.
Never one to pretend.
She was a hell of a friend.
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