One daze at a time...

By Raheny_Eye

Miss Ann Forever Young

The Matron may be long dead now, she still managed to cure me of my constipation as I inadvertently glanced at her smiling face. 

Her epitaph reads: 

Ann, a barrel of laughs she was.

I have a feeling that the painter must have had a hard time controlling the shake in his hand, under her unforgiving, withering stare. 

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