Tuesday, May 20, 2008

The Score?

Be quail, be quiet,
She quelled and wet herself
Almost more quickly than I did.
Her tortoise shell torn, my trauma fixed,
She rose above like a Queen of Canasta
And melded all there was to see--oh, Dolly!
There was, it seemed, a lot of Jack to pay!

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