Belle Wassermeister Biography

My name is Linda Bella;
my father calls me Belle.
I used to be his little girl,
but how my size did swell!
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I want to stay forever, but I can't;
to this old world we all must bid goodbye.
It does no good to sit and rave and rant,
nor try to understand the reason why.
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Fifteen means one, and we've begun.
Thirty means two; how's that strike you?
Forty means three; you still with me?
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Poor Mary, my neighbor.
She cries all the time
because her husband,
John, just passed away.
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We walked along the dusty trail,
no shoes upon our feet.

Hot summer day.
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