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Theme: Senility

November Song

No suitor knocks her door,
her hair is white and uncombed
children think she is a witch.
Once she had been the belle of
the royal ball, spurned lovers
in her perfumed air.
Old age came creeping, first
slowly then rapidly… and now
she is quite forgotten. 


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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