More poetry ... (or are these rhymes?)
The filthy floors she stepped
The slippery stairs she climbed
The winding ways she tread
The meandering meadows she wandered
All say the same,
Where is that beautiful dame
Who gave us a name
My brain, (if i had one) must be some weird, new age, reincarnation thing ... hmmm, yeah, that seems to be the most likely solution!
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