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Ethel gasped for breath
on bottom stair
the upper plate in front of her
with broken tooth from butterscotch
Post choke and wretch
she spat it out
and thought she
saved her premature end,
then roller skated on candied foe
wafted down, counting crows
one for sorrow, then no more
a slap and snap she hit the floor.
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