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Carte Blanche

There were two cardinals separated by a tree branch with fruit. One was a female and the other was a male. Her four fruits were ripe and his one was not so he became a brute. She was to the left and he was to the right and looking pale. Her purple fruits put off enough to make her some ale. His green fruit was at his feet and were mute. She kept her guard up waiting for him to sail. But he never would follow suite. She became the fruit of the highest branch on the highest tree. He just sat there perched and barren not even producing the first seed. She came to be, The cardinal in lead! But he never moved from his tree branch, He was at her feet forever she’s his carte blanche! ®Registered: Ann Rich 2004

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