Red Beaded Moccasins
A long time ago
In her innocent teens
She wore red beaded moccasins
And tight fitting jeans.
She sang every song
Now she leaves the singing
To the crickets and the birds.
She spends solitary evenings
Seeking comfort with her cat
And if she sings at all
The tune is always flat.
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