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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 12:10 am
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Tall, slender, and calm in her way.
<br />She was a jewel of the Eurasian persuasion.
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<br />It rained that night in August.
<br />The glare of it minced my view.
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<br />Her gin-soaked lapel caught my eye...and that 'pin'.
<br />Or was it her double-breasted suit?
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<br />I reached for that 'icon' of interest slowly.
<br />The anticipation of a slap never leaving me.
<br />(I guess I'm just a puritan at heart)
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<br />It was a character of oriental design.
<br />Within an exquisite setting, an emerald rested.
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<br />I looked at her face, her eyes were closed.
<br />She had the look of a child, though middle-aged.
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<br />It was raining harder now.
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<br />I raised her lifeless form up and into my arms.
<br />I carried her to my car and set her in the seat.
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<br />It was then that I knew something was different.
<br />It was the emerald....it was glowing brighter!
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<br />I placed my finger upon it, and as I did...she moved!
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<br />Her eyes slowly opened and peered into my own.
<br />Her lips gently parted, revealing brilliantly white teeth.
<br />Her fingers delicately extended as her arm rose ever-so slightly.
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<br />I stared in disbelief at this beautiful creature.
<br />Hypnotized by her seeming resurrection, I sat still as death.
<br />Suddenly then, and without any previous warning at all.....
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<br />Slap!
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<br />I guess she knew I was no puritan after all.
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<br />I gave her a lift to the morgue and went home to Ma's cooking.
<br />I thought I'd surprise her with this new emerald pin I bought for her.
<br />She loves oriental as much as I do.
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<br />Maybe more.
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