The screaming crazy lady
Died on a dirty street.
Homeless and abandoned.
In search of her retreat.
No one cared for her,
No one thought to bother,
Until she was killed by
An ill fated attacker.
Her name was Gail,
But I didn't know that.
She was just a crazy lady
With a worn out hat.
Now she's a memory
That amounts to a sum,
Of a makeshift monument
On the streets she
slummed.
The mourners they came
And the prayers obligate
Solemn vows to make
amends
But for her,
A day too little,
A day too late.
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