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But A Jester

She is but a jester
In a masquerade
Dancing before you
With painted on face

Such a sight is the smile
Bright red on her lips
Cheeks like two roses
A vision of bliss

A giggle, a laugh
To warm you right through
A joke and her charms
To find you smiling too

A bow to her peers
As she slips out of sight
To remove the mask
She wore for you this night

~THE FLOWING PEN~
8-19-04

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But A Jester