By the slightest quavering dribbling note of the responsorial, you can know her
She's still the dear enthusiast she ever was or the withering rose of her full Avila heart!
Doddering to the front pew, with a limp wing, she likes to arrive first because she always did
and can, on her own still, rise an octave like a sea star even with- out a livening voice
and her once whole body.
