The Sugar Lady

The Sugar Lady by Frank Asch

There is an old lady who lives down the hall,
wrinkled and gray and toothless and small.
At seven already she’s up,
Going from door to door with a cup.
“Do you have any sugar?” she asks,
Although she’s got more than you.
“Do you have any sugar,” she asks,
Hoping you’ll talk for a minute or two.

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The Sugar Lady

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