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Returning from the travelogue,
Weekly escape when Death is slow,
Does the professor's wife remember
Florence where she was bride
And raw with love and love of art
Or is it all fresh to her and the
Professor she can no longer recall?

At music hour three times a week
Does the old pianist play by rote
Hear Mozart plain or does he prefer
Musak so low he hardly hears a note.

Your fight against this alien corn
Where February feels like spring
Is almost over now.

[Undated poem by Virginia McKinnon Mann. The first verse was heavily edited, but I typed it up in the original. The edited version follows below...]

Returning from Tuesday travelogue,
Weekly escape when dying is old,
Does the Professor's wife recall
Florence where she was bride
And bold with love and art
Or is it all new and interesting to her,
Like the Professor she longs to meet.