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This is a poem I wrote from the perspective of this old lady my mother, my sister, and I saw who was freezing cold, and stumbling around. She said she couldn't find her friend. It was freezing on this night, and we call the police. The lady didn't know how old she was. She had alzhiemers. Poor lady!

Just a little poem about the questioning of who I am and whether it's wierd that I'm so different.

-(c)jerlin 13Nov11 (2:40am)