She learned to play the dark keys

by

Dina Dinsmoor

She was born on an unlucky day
so she celebrated it each year with a party
is there such a thing as an unlucky day?

She lost her husband
she ran out and got another one
and made the memories of her ex humorous

Her appearence faltered
so she found some nice clothes
and didnt wonder about age anymore

A friend died
she saw her at her wake with shock
and visited her grave with conversation

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