She had an inner beauty, apparently no one else could see.
It was obvious that she didn't live her life the same as you and me.
Her hair a vibrant orange, and her face a light tone black.
She carried no purse or bag, just the clothes on her back.
A tired weary look on her face, from walking in the sun's array.
Her diction perfect, speech polite, a lady in every way.
But for some reason, Francine chose to earn her money from the street.
It's funny how your mind wonders, about the people that you meet.
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Robby Robb Lewis
Robby Robb Lewis is an award winning playwright, poet, cartoonist and creator of Computer Funnie Cartoons. He is a sailor and his adventures are sure to amuse you.
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Inevitable? A woman named Good is lost. Unforgivable. * Note: I don't think that I have to explain this one to anyone noting recent news, but I have included a video link below for future generations who can still feel empathy and compassion for someone who got caught up in history. And I was just too angry to say more with this piece.
By Kendall Defoe 6 days ago in Poets
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