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Hertha Strubb - where can she be?
She would have been just twenty-three.
Was she murdered by cut-throats lurking in her room?
Why did she not return on that Sunday afternoon?
Did she elope with a man she’d been seen with in November?
To an early grave did he send her?
Did she join an obscure religious cult,
With ritual mass suicide as the result?
Was she burned as a heretic at the stake,
Or does she lie in the baptist cemetery in Ohio state?
Does she suffer from amnesia, live in another state?
Does she lie bleeding on a mendicant knife-grinder's floor?
Or did she perish on some rocky shore?
Did she fall down a manhole left open by mistake?
Or did she choke on a piece of fruit cake?
