SHE WENT HOME

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       A call that's see, dreaded by members of the family

      See, that found her, in the bed.

       No longer wil she be in this nursing home.

      Missing her will be her friends.

   A wonderful life at an end.                              

Her life of misery and pain, is at the end.

   You can't ignore.

        No more will there be on her door,

a name sign.  No, this is not fine.  

   People cry.  They ask why.

  To understand.  They try.

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