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The Lady Doesn'T Dance
The lady doesn't dance anymore I met a woman at an AA meeting, She had, when in the depth of her addiction, to money, slept with men, in one gather Since she came from the upper scale of our society they were not common laborers. By chance (or not) she met a man who loved her despite her past and they had two lovely children Lately, she felt she had to tell her husband of her sorry past, to free her soul of the guilty secrets. I suspected her needs were, but a dream of the old days, Monte Carlo and fancy cigarettes I told her, since she asked me, that she was chasing a fantasy that was not real even when she lived it. I'm no longer a member of AA, not since the guilt-ridden middle class took over, and it was a status point to admit a booze problem. I met the lady again 15 years later, she is a respected lady who works for the betterment of trees on the avenue She was glad to see me, but I could read in her sad eyes what she she wanted to be, was a rip-roaring tart living it up in a nightclub
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