A POOR WOMAN ON A NOVEMBER MORNING

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“drifting out of the mist 

like a banshee

came she,

 

she walked quickly

as the mist played

on the broken pavement,

tousled and unkempt,

 

a poor woman,

shabbily dressed,

she stumbled then

and nearly fell,

but noticing me,

hastily gathered herself;

 

as she passed by,

her smile was shy,

lighting her weary face

in beautiful arresting grace”

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