.Hands old and poor, her back bent and sore,
She lifts from the drawer,
The photograph.
Though tattered and torn, through years it has worn,
But still bears the form of the man she knew.
Her eyes are weak, spilling tears on her cheek.
Her lips start to speak to the photog.
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