She collected sick things
Things that squeal
That bellow that sing
The young abandoned man
The elderly one a cane to stand
The cat with half a face
The cocky one such a waste
She was ancient
Not governed by time
Wisdom ran along the lines
Of her kitchen linoleum
Her life story a museum
Animals and people slid over to her
To complain, to brag or just to purr
Injured and needy
Bruised and bleeding
Tiny magnets
Broken preacher
sad bandit
But tragedies were bouquets
Coincidence squeezed
Time exposed
Years imposed
She still emerges
Ignoring age's
naked fatigue
She collected it all
Accumulated it
Put it in order
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