sorry, not funny--or not very
Mary Anne Evans
Mary Anne Evans could write up a storm.
She was deep, she was learnéd, but being a woman
at first earned no money. She wouldn’t conform
but lived out of wedlock. Delightfully human,
her face was no asset. She looked like a horse
and she leaped over hurdles and won every race.
She galloped through topics and time. No discourse
left her pen without sympathy, judgement and grace.
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