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The old hag
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English poems A story was here told about the hag
Whose face all wrinkled, now so old and gray
With a crooked walk she would make her way
Through the market selling what’s in her bag
The story that was told caused time to lag
Too deep and so sad for the mind to weigh
She worked for a man and kids with no say
Sent the kids through school though struggling with drag
But no one seemed to care what she did great
Even if her life she would sacrifice
One by one, not even minding her state
They left her with nothing to suffice
‘Til now in the market she sits and wait
For her kids to come and bring back old ties
