Nice to see you are opening the shop.
Saying this
I search for lines of distress on her face
On her widowed eyes a painful strain
For when went her man
The way she wailed
It seemed she would never be sane again!
She smiles *now I run it alone
Sale is low
And I’m weighed down
With his pile of debt!*
In her smile are hopes regrown
A telltale sign of grit
The show must go on.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
Nice to see you are opening the shop.
Saying this
I search for lines of distress on her face
On her widowed eyes a painful strain
For when went her man
The way she wailed
It seemed she would never be sane again!
She smiles *now I run it alone
Sale is low
And I’m weighed down
With his pile of debt!*
In her smile are hopes regrown
A telltale sign of grit
The show must go on.
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