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Lora's Woe
Lora's Woe
On the far side of broken pride,
clinging to scraps of humble pie,
the one thing she had left to hide,
Lora crumbled a little, by and by
Why was there no light of reason that night,
her vision blurred through splashing tears,
a future so uncertain as to give her fright,
as Lora looked for comfort in the recent years
The draw of those memories sucked her in...
Wednesday 9th June 2010 3:25 pm
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