A Rhyming Poem
for Faryl
She sits and thinks about her life
Years lost as a faithful wife
Realizing she has no friends
She smiles, laughs and just pretends.
She'll soon go home to shoot herself
Aware she's lost her husband's wealth
To a secret stranger dressed in black
With the body that she'd always lacked
Left to rot and feed the mice
Like a lost cabbage patch kid
Copyright 1997 mint
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