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Don't be so glum,plum.
Don't feel beaten.
You were made to be eaten.
A queen in a palace, slumped on a throne,Surrounded by servants but all alone.Heavy with handshakes, bunches of flowers,jewels, crowns, grinning for hours.
Next door live three old ladies. They’re sisters, well into their eighties, but to us kids, they seem beyond time.