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Allways the Lady Katty

When I first saw her
she was the picture of grace
All clean, perfect, all made up
Southern Girl, southern grace, black face
Beautiful face, beautiful grace
best in the place
She makes hearts race
Daughter of a preacher man
In conversation she told me
at one time she use to sing
But some how she's been lead away
Away from religious practices; but not religion
and more. A Widow, a wife, 
a weak foolish man's desire. 
She uses her wits to start small fires
in the heart of men willing to carry a torch
for her as she speeks
soon she'll say "I have to go."
then they'll say "Can I buy you a drink?"
Johnny Walker Red
to match her red finger nails
red lips,and a little later red eyes
I've seen it done a million times
It's never fails
This is how she does it
Pointy fingers, pointy toe's and pointy noes
everybody knows
sleek dress, beautiful breast
forget the rest
here's the best



(One of three Bessemer women)4-1-97

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Carolyn Devonshire Date: 2/18/2009 2:07:00 PM John, the woman you describe may seem like "a weak foolish man's desire," but we are all entitled to admire beauty, aren't we? I see this woman so clearly through your verse. As for "Feline Survivor," there is no way I can forgive those who abandon creatures who see them as their loving providers. Thanks for reading and sharing your work as well, Carolyn Login to Reply

Robin L. Gass Date: 2/1/2009 9:43:00 PM She must really be something, John. I like the lines "she uses her wits ...........carry a torch". This write must be attached to an interesting story! Love, Robin Login to Reply