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there she sat
cracked and alone
alone she was
no friends to be found
her list sat crooked
its rim chipped
her paint peeling
covered in dust she was
lonely and forgotten
her children all gone
cream and sugar naught to be found
no hand to hold and pour
no company
no not one
she knows naught when one will appear
she waits
patently waiting
wishing
hoping
will they come home
Cher