Her front door was closed
Her windows were tightly shut
No one knows whether she
Left the house from the back door
The creepers on the walls
Have fallen to the ground
They crawl like thin serpents
No one knows whether she
Had pulled them down and fled
They guessed she closed the door
When the sun was going down
She did not appear again to collect
Wood or to the call of milkman
Investigators say they found
Foot marks of a man-young and fat
Side by side foot marks of her
Now it is clear to all
At the age of sixty she is in love
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