Valerie worked in a gallery
And on her salary
Supported
Three kids out of that
Her sister Mallory worked at the gallery
And took care of a husband and a cat
This picture I’m portraying is these sisters had a spat
Rarely in a dozen years did they both sit down & chat
Even though Mallory & Valerie
Did work at the same art gallery
The hurt cut deep but business is business
On the personal side forgiveness was denied
Life went on as usual at the gallery
Despite those 15 seconds Mallory cried…
…The day she got the news that Valerie died
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I would like to translate this poem