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Ms. Browne

She's not a happy woman,
Her brow is permanently furrowed,
And her hands reflect her toil,
Strong but tired like her aching heart,
Her loveless voice echos,
Her angular face contorts in dismay,
She seems so lonely,
Not willing to scale her own massive walls,
I wonder if she's lost faith,
Or is she ever had it,
So angry at the world,
For her transgressions,