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Thanks...Gene.
Her nickname "'sunshine" where she worked, She's always smiling, some confide. She has a certain lilting perk Of hidden beauty deep inside. Her journey home was twenty miles Of mostly dark, forbidding streets, Of tenements and garbage piles And people none would seek to greet. In such a spot her tire blew out. She stopped beside a littered curb. Abandoned cars and distant shouts, Of breaking glass and cursing words. The twilight turned a sooty grey, As five approached, all wearing hoods. She kicked the tire and yelled "No way". They bared their heads, they understood. She had the gift to win a heart. The group joined in to change her flat. She tried to pay the five their part. They "high fived" hands and that was that. She lived alone, her little home. Her driveway was a welcome sight. A long weekend she earned and owned To sleep or surf the net all night. Her drapes inched down and met the window sill. The hand with dirty fingernails grew still. She made a hurried circle to the Vet. They told her "Bud" had been a nervous chore. She told of his uncanny sense of threat. Her Rottweiler was first one through the door.
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