Alone
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Melvina Germain
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A lamp post, dark, dismal, barren street,
waiting in anticipation for the dealers wheels.
Tattered clothes, stiletto heels on weary feet.
A face torn, by the wrath of time,
no family, no loved ones to call her own.
No idea, where she will sit to dine.
Headlights slowly come to a stop,
she reaches out with quivering hands,
wondering all the while, could this be a cop.
Written Germain
By: Melvina Oct.15,2008
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