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Angie's Shift
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Angie's Shift |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror 
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Sculptured pedestals, all in a row, patiently await their masters Napkins and shakers in formation like soldiers, stoic...at parade rest Morning crowd looks bright as they shuffle in Cowbell is busy in the little greasy spoon Coffee and a roll, and the days' first cigarette She laughs at their jokes. Sabre-like rays of light slice through fins of venetian, capturing the wafting smoke All of them loved her for at least twenty minutes, five days a week Loved her? Not that much Just a 'breakfast treat' hired for the attention of the men She knew cruelty. It laughed at her smile, At home, there was a mouth to feed Doing what she could to see to it *Then, that long walk home. *Angie, single mother of a six year-old girl Murdered on the street where she lived ...for her purse. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This makes my feet hit the ground hard. Reality is so cruel sometimes, like for this young mother Angie you remember here. Intense write, that tugs at the heartstrings. Shocking in its cruelty. I hope the little one lives with someone who loves her. Margherita |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Thank you again Margherita for reading. As for the little one, I married her. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
That means that Angie-Angel seeked you out and guided her little one on the way to meet you. Very touching, dear Max. Margherita |
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