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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required By morning, I could feel the first hints of warm air, Relieved I took my bath and dressed for work. There was no music in the block of flats, But in my head rumbled a hundred old time songs That tantalized me into a stupor of great expectancy. Down stairs, near the elevator, was an old woman. I was shocked to see her on a wheelchair, eyes vacant. The landlord smiled at me and told me not to worry. Seems Angelique was to be taken to some rest home. Her mother just wanted to see that the upstairs Apartment was in perfect state for the living. Disappointed at the name I left for work later for my groceries. Back home I concocted some pasta and cooked the sauce, Opened my favourite bottle of red wine to drown my sorrows. Silence reigned supreme and I felt rather annoyed. So I betook myself to sleep hoping at least to dream. The phone rang and a dulcet voice asked for me. She had arrived late and had got nothing prepared for her meal. Could I take something good for her to eat? So I put on my track suit and with little or no enthusiasm Went upstairs with some pasta left over and some wine. That would be enough I thought, but the mother Was old enough and should have known better. Mother? The girl that opened the door was young enough. A nymph that beckoned me in, in the warm atmosphere, Balsamic perfume that inundated the cosy apartment, Low magic music swirled and vibrated everywhere. My name is Angel she tenderly smiled, shall we dance? I felt the warmth of her; felt her arms and the dance began. It did not take long to become lost in her euphoric bliss. And our lips met, again and again as our hearts beat as one………. You want to know the end? We lived happily ever after……. As all fairy tales should…..
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