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NAUGHTY NEON NIGHTS Apron strings gave way to springs unstrung her hubby made her cry when he said baby, bye-bye and so she had to think of what to do now when freedom shook her hand there was only one thing for her to understand she needed to comprehend the nature of making it on her own all alone picking up stakes moving on after making a maze of mistakes so it was the neon lights an aura of colors calling consistently to a woman who needed to be uprooted all her elderly apple trees never fruited and so she packed her luggage and called a limousine may as well spend the bucks since you'll never again be seen not in those surroundings at least her days of currents that lifted her aloft were a sumptuous feast mid-priced condo, mid-priced car and a mid priced future ahead yet and still she lay comfy in her bed sleeping like a stone all alone because they cut the apron strings and hubby told her to cut the ties and get away and that's the last words she heard the man say just her style mile after arid mile she'd travel the road minus a load free to do that which she wanted to do while to her soul she had finally been true and the neon lights they beckoned with a past to be reckoned tomorrow coming up fast day after day yet none would last in her own inimitable way she'd traded pans and pots for the slots only the nickel slots though the lady would take it slow loosing money winning money spinning the wheel rolling the dice while the ante was two children and a husband alas to her the greenbacks were paramount and all the winnings she believed in the money she would count but then there were the days lady luck opined “good luck, you're on your own” all alone because she cut apron springs, had some flings and lost a lot of meaningful things for a while she was a hummingbird hearing not a condescending word flapping her wings to keep in mid-air floating between debts and income slightly naughty slightly numb and the neon lights kept flashing cashing in on her credit card but life suddenly wasn't hard it was easy to have breakfast in bed and without the casino always ending up ahead but then one late Sunday night black Jack called and said “come on over and win” well that's the night that all the havoc would begin it turns out that the breakfast in bed wasn't complimentary as she had thought she had to pay for all the bangles she bought and found out that the holy dove was captured and caught and so it was back to Brooklyn right over the bridge as she could afford nothing except what she could keep in the fridge because she owed the electric company money before she left for the neon lights and that's why that lady now spends a lot of opaque days and lonely nights 2012.....PHREEPOETREE~free cee!~

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