we all wondered
what she was doing
the day the tornado
raised her house and
then let it down
with overpowering force
it was anyone's guess
what was on the docket
for the day but
one thing was for certain
that woman buried
beneath the debris was
a very vain woman
no one except maybe
a conceited woman
could own all those clothes
no matter now all
that was left of her life
was the silk dresses draped
over the tall lovely pines
leaving us to wonder
well no one really knew her
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