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Jamie’s Miss Against Bray

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Great Auntie Gin is wheelchair-bound,
Devoid of any movement.
She’s ninety-eight, and still around,
But showing disimprovement.
Her wrinkled skin hangs soft and loose,
Her cheeks no longer shimmer,
Her ears have long since lost their use,
Her eyes are growing dimmer.
Yes, years have passed since Auntie Gin
Went rolling in the clover,
But even she’d have headed in,
When Jamie headed over.

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