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My Maiden Aunt
I think I will tell you
of my maiden aunt
She outlived three husbands
bore them three children
draped her frail shoulders
with a long black Russian shawl
one husband disappeared
another died of tuberculosis
the third had a stroke and smoked a cigar
the children went their separate ways
On many an evening she held court fingers
curled 'round the glass of tea
she read Pushkin with her friends
sang the old songs of the motherland
told us of life in old
on a hay wagon to the Sea
Until she feuded with my family
disappeared forever
grew old somewhere and died
That was the end of my maiden aunt
Jack Mashman
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