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They never said when And time trickled on Assignments came and went Shows were performed Tests were studied for And taken in due course. But... They never said when And her mind kept churning the idea Slowly it twirled Around and around in her head Until she could taste the possibilities: Smooth and creamy And a little nutty Like her soul But she couldn't be sure. So she fussed And she kept herself Outrageously busy But now and then she thought of it And her pulse raced Her brow furrowed As she tried to bully her wishes into reality In spite of her fear That she would be made a fool. Finally... Her world was packed In a black room And she was more nervous Than she had been in her life She made sure to wear The white sweater And the gold scarf Just in case Someone would look at her The world went still The words were said And somehow she knew. She knew what he was going to say Before he said it because She wasn't in her body Her life was a hard back book With well worn edges And a ***** cloth cover Where heroines Can get anywhere With hard work And a lot of coffee.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
The News: Part 2 of The London Trilogy
They never said when And time trickled on Assignments came and went Shows were performed Tests were studied for And taken in due course. But... They never said when And her mind kept churning the idea Slowly it twirled Around and around in her head Until she could taste the possibilities: Smooth and creamy And a little nutty Like her soul But she couldn't be sure. So she fussed And she kept herself Outrageously busy But now and then she thought of it And her pulse raced Her brow furrowed As she tried to bully her wishes into reality In spite of her fear That she would be made a fool. Finally... Her world was packed In a black room And she was more nervous Than she had been in her life She made sure to wear The white sweater And the gold scarf Just in case Someone would look at her The world went still The words were said And somehow she knew. She knew what he was going to say Before he said it because She wasn't in her body Her life was a hard back book With well worn edges And a ***** cloth cover Where heroines Can get anywhere With hard work And a lot of coffee.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
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