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As told to me in confidence
Many years ago,
This is her story
Which I write here below. 

I am a prostitute
Not that I wanted to be
Life was difficult
For the household and me. 
I turned to this life
The style and living
Nights were days
Sans feeling and loving. 
My in-laws objected 
To this life in the beginning
But later condescended
For the money I was spinning. 
The earning was good
Men too were useful
When times were hard
Their manipulation was skillful
I had them old, young and handsome
Beginners and veterans;
Cheating husbands would come. 
I am sure my husband 
Would not be like them
He was faithful, is still so
Handsome though unkempt, 
I love him even more. 
I was advised an operation
Decided my husband to inform
I know he wouldn't object 
To my latest damned reform
He wouldn't hear my voice nor see
Me, his wife that needs to be
Not that I enjoyed this life I live
But the care to him I must give. 
He lies there in the bed
Paralysed from foot to head. 
My husband means much to me
I am a prostitute to earn his keep.

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