Words and Song
Monday, June 22, 2009
Ashen
Perhaps her face would not look so ashen
If she won the Lotto, got that car,
Took that cruise she’s sure she deserves
Found her ideal flesh enhanced
Saw her stock surge, bagged her gold…
But then her soul’d be gone.
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