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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.
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