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She Shuffles around in her Corrective shoes
Searching around for a piece of good news!.
But cheer and charisma are not to be found;
Missus Persimmons is on the bad side of town

She gently tapped the shoulder
of a kind looking man
Holding a sign and an empty tin can
The Gin on his breath incited a frown
Its missus Persimmons on the bad side of town

How had she gotten to this horrid skid row
Her memories were dim, and she just didnt know,
But the rest of the story was told all around
of Missus Persimmons on the bad side of town

She was last seen in an alleyway
Spotting a businessman and trying to pay
For directions to some, more civilized ground
Its assumed she never left the bad side of townWww@QuestionHome@Com

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