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The Ace of Spades

The woman was a water bearer: Alluring as the refrain of midnight, Alluring like the skin of an atheist. The woman had been a prisoner: Mandela urged me to furbish his door steps. I waxed the knees of California. The woman had been a singer: All the way from Vancouver to Abbotsford She carried her battle anthems. I crafted time. The woman had been victimized: The Russians charred every last speck of confidence. They hung her before The Black Sea. The woman was a water bearer: Alluring as the refrain of midnight, Alluring like the skin of an atheist.

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Date: 7/13/2012 6:41:00 AM
Wow where did this week go? I am reading some amazing poetry this morning. It was a pleasure to read yours and I thank you for sharing it Glenn. Have a great weekend and I will be back Monday to read more. Love, Carol
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