A luc bat poem… just for the heck of it.
“The mirror lies to me”
the matron told her darling boys.
“Put down the books and toys.
Bring some wine, I need to unwind
and leave dotage behind.”
Then she whispered “I am not old
and my bones are not cold,
most certainly I’ll survive thee!”
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