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The Vagabond

she is the vagabond

who wanders with the winds

forever adrift 

a prisoner to her sins


by dawn she appears

nextdoor, or nearby 

she’ll pay you no mind

nor lift you an eye


now, offer her aid

let her stay for a while

she’ll throw you a laugh

or feign you a smile 


but soon as you stop

and question her ways

her grin disappears

her eyes fill with rage 


she’ll snarl and scream

she’ll fight if she must

when all’s said and done

she’ll be gone by dusk


and by morrow morn

she’ll find someplace new

for she loves not a soul

that much remains true


◄ Rosebush

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