I know a good storyteller, Tia Carol!
When she was still with us, bless her soul
She’d tell you stories of the past
When they were young, what they did
Where they went, who said what?
Word for word, we’d hear what they said
With an exercise in throng anecdote
Children and grandchildren circled around
Listening to her, telling her tales
She never got tired, she never got edgy
There was always a request for another story
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