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Grief and Relief

Her life is gone over the ridge.

In the end, it was all pain and grief.

Harmony deserts, her sleep slid,

Cycling mind keeps her eyelid rigid.

For a little bit of work for relief

She'd drive over that rickety bridge

in the snow to find herself.

In her lost love, she's bereaved.

She had lived in many a fitful brief

for far too long on this lonely shelf.

But, in a rise in life, she believes.

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