She Cant Recall.

Round 1 Poetry

She’s a beauty of eighty-three,
Full of life and memories but
She can’t remember anything.
She became a wife of Richie,
underneath that old willow tree.
She thinks she might have been a queen.
They bore two kids, or was it three?
Was she dulcet, or was she mean?

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