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Old Jeanne's telling short stories
Stopped us in the doorway
With ninety years of unsaid things
The youngest of twelve
Had to work hard as hell
For eighty long years
And she is here
With her stories and Pall Malls
Old Jeanne
Lives right under me
And may pass in the hands
Of a slumlord
His name is Rich, and he lives on 16 Whipple St
And he has a three story house and a front and back yard
And a Driveway and a parking lot and a garage and a barn downtown
And he take's his horrible wife to Peter Havens at Least twice a weekend
They drive there in his brand new white convertible Mustang
Old Jeanne
Do you need anything?
Old Jeanne
Do you need anything?
