I write. I solder. I stuck to what I knew.
Bubbie poem
Once there was a princess
Her name was princess gold
And she told everyone who would listen
That she was getting old
But look at how much good you've done
Said the people of her town
And then to show their gratitude
They gifted her a crown
The crown was made of gold and jewels
It was a stunning sight
But
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