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It was twilight and in the purple mist the fog was dense.
She shook her head as if that would clear the cobwebs.
No secret society here, pinning her down with rules,
just her and her pain and self incriminating discipline.
She knew something had to change and the thing was her.
Tired of being hit on, struck out, toe to toe, and lied to,
it seemed the world,  a round room and she the chicken.
She felt chased, with no corner to stop in to make a decision.
It was like the parable of the good Samaritan- - without him.
So, when this extremely handsome dude started the hit
she cut him down at the knees, as she said with a grin.  
Oh, I get off at one thirty, but I leave work about twelve.
My honey is waitin’ for me and me alone, sittin’ on ready.
Maybe you could come and watch my babies while we- - - - - !
Hush your mouth, trash, you got no cause actin’ like that.
Maybe I don’t honey, but it sure saved me thirty minutes
of dodging the bullets and making you madder than now. 
Fact- - - you just made up my mind and I am glad to say,
that I am going to enroll in that new beauty college.
So in a few weeks when you feel you need some trim,
come on down and let me fix you up, with the style.
Might not be the kind you are looking for tonight, but,
honey that is all you are going to get from little ole me.
Lawdy miss Claudie, I think I have finally set my self free.  

for Judy Konos "Monopoly--the game of life contest"
© May 2011 cgh

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