She originated nothing
She could keep routine going
She inspired uneasiness
She had no learning
No intelligence
Her eyes of usual blue
Unconscious was her smile
There was nothing within her
She was of middle size
And of ordinary build
May a common trader’s wife
Or a hardworking maid,
But she was great by this little title:
She never gave the secret away.
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