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| Her Arms
Her arms have no strength
Crone flab once was tone
Black and blue runs the length
No more room for her strength.
Shots in her stomach now
No clear spot in her arms
Leukemia eats her, so slow
Spirit must carry on the tow.
Her spirit conquers, shining true
Taking on the living task
Forget her body, so black and blue
Goddess prevails, pulling her through.
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