The Coal Miners Drabble
By Morgan Olson
She was a stout woman of 44 when her children left her door.
With mouth like a man, she sailed to all the shores.
Digging where she could for buried treasure.
Then bungling Burger Kings from time to time.
At 88, with her cooked back and her peg legs on straight, she grew board of plundering and left everything she knew.
She found not a lover on a street nor in prision.
She tried a pie and a lemon.
At 111 confined to be alone she threw herself deep overboard.
In the most unlikely place she found love from a tentacles cold embrace.
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