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Yonder, beneath the tombstone, lies Jane,
Daughter of Bishop Francis of the 9th lane
The perfect child who read Psalms in the morning
And Proverbs in the evening
Baptized at twelve in a pool
Always the best in Sunday School
But a wayward adult who dropped out of the university
To become a companion to all the men in the city
She who never repaid any loan
Now sleeps forever alone.
