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Madam Beaurate
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Madam Beaurate |
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LenMcC1 Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 68 |
Madam Beaurate He bought his clothes From the store down the street Just across from where he got his nose When he's all dressed up He looks so pretty No one would even suppose That he used to cut lawns for a buck twenty five At least until he met his fate Which came in the form of Madam Beaurate She helped him become the man he is As she has done for so many She taught the rules of this biz And made herself a pretty penny Now she's a senior at 75 And worried about staying alive But no one could ever stop her before Not her family, the law, or the Second World War Certainly age would not stop Old Madam Beaurate from recruiting her crop She walks through her house Every night at nine Checks all the rooms That are occupied And with a little twist on the doorknobs She watches her children do their jobs A feeling of pleasure takes over her soul Her life has never been so full But thoughts of emptiness fill her head She does not know why Maybe because soon she'll be dead Somehow she knew That was her last walk Somehow she knew That she'd never talk To her magical men again As she layed down in bed For the last time She accepted the fact that she would die As the stars peered down from her skylight She took a deep breath and closed her eyes |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Len, interesting post and I liked the way it moved from one subject to another. Write on Kethry Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant - Thoreau |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
I agree with Kethry, interesting post....enjoyed reading it. Charisma |
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