Under Glass
> Under glass
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> in Italy
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> you saw the saint
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> a woman
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> she was
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> shrouded
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> you say her feet were withered
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> and dry
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> and you could almost
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> almost
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> feel the dust
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> Under glass
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> in America
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> from above
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> you watch her
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> you watch her laugh
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> you cringe
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> you did not make her laugh
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> you watch her cells divide
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> collide
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> you watch her
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> as she jumps up and off
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> and back on again
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> Under glass
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> she's throwing stones at you.
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> When you feel the thud and sting
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> the glass will shard.
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> Away.
Copyright © Frances Lemoine | Year Posted 2005
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