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NATALIE
Natalie was a basket maker,
her weavings oh, so fine.
She worked into the night,
with bark and twine.
Even though I know for this,
she was crafted at much more.
Talents did abound my friend
for her it was no chore.
They marveled at her work at end.
The creations one of a kind.
Natalie took much joy in this;
She kept everyone in mind.
Michaela Warren 2011
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