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Quill and Ink ^ay 12,1939
Quill & Ink
To Mary
Madame Fortune Teller
Madam could look in your hand
Never seen you before
Tell you what you want to know-
and even more.
She could tell about love
money and such
She wouldn't
charge that much.
A fellow came one day
Madam took him in
Treated him
Like her own kin.
Gave him money
Baked him bread '
Let him sleep
in her walnut bed
Friends tried to warn
Dave meant her no good
She could've known it
if she only would.
Gambled her money
Beat her up bad
Went off, left her
Stole all she had
I walk with you,
apologeticallly.
As you go to
seek another...
The one who makes
your eyes glow,
i talk with you,
hesitantly.
As I know his name
will come up...
The one who makes
your voice shake.
I would lie with vou,
y '
regretfully.
As I know you would
be thinking of him.
The one who makes
your heart race.
I leave you,
reluctantly.
As I know he
will leave you. ,
The one who makes
your tears fall.
Barefoot,
blond (definitely blond)
squeaky
And by the way
It is the size
that counts.
Tried to find out
What road he took
No trace found
Whichever way she looked.
That woman who could forsee
What your future meant
Couldn't tell, to save her
Where Dave went
me
I saw from my window
a small boy
who walked along
the sidewalk in
stutter-steps.
I mean to say,
long strides,
and short steps.
Humming contently
to himself,
as he avoided every
crack in the pavement.
Becoming enthralled,
I strolled contently
behind him.
Inconspicuously tapping
every crack
that he eluded.
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