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1854–1925

A LACK OF ATTENTION

Edith Matilda Thomas

She had folded her hands, and had never stirred Nor even spoken one little word. In fact, she was good as good could be, While the grown folks talked, and sipped their tea

At last, a small voice from the corner we heard: “Nobody pays any pension to me!”

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