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Timing (Free verse) by Dovina

In another age, I would have married young, To a pre-selected man from my village, had too many children, broken my back with my hands, died early, rested beneath the second of three crosses behind his house, while our hated king lived on a far away hill. I would have believed in servitude and done what the priest said, until my husband came home drunk, layed me and fell asleep. Then I would have hung a red lantern for seafare to Paris.

Ranger 17-Oct-06/3:16 PM
Amen, unless of course anyone else has an interesting and enlightening view on the matter.




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