When she was a
babe. In arms. Sandra Hall was a great beauty. When she rose. Out of
her mother’s womb. Like gas. The nurses sighed. Who cut the cheese?
And the doctor couldn’t knock off that smile. The one that said. It
wasn't me! So beautiful. They put Sandra in a special room. A room by
herself. And when folks arrived. To have a view. The nurse would
point to the first room. Those are the babies. Ain’t they swell?
But then point to the second room. But this here little girl. She is
an angel. Take a number.
Word got out.
The Daily Star put Sandra’s face on the front page. Next to the
picture of the Pope.
The headline
read. In Algerian type.
Pontif Dies.
And right
underneath. In lovely Edwardian.
But look at
who appeared at General Hospital.
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