Don't go--stay here a while and talk to me.
It's been so long I can't remember when
I last had any friendly company.
Pull up a chair...that's it. Now, how've you been?
Oh, I suppose I'm well as can be, dear.
Considering, you know. I don't complain.
Although I could do--abandoned down here
with all this dust and smoke and horrid rain...
Oh, never mind. No use fretting such things
as can't be changed. Time passes, and the world
just goes right on without you, live or die.
See that photo? The babe with fairy wings?
My granddaughter. She's seven in July.
We've never met. But such a pretty girl!
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