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Denial
Most central behind the scene administration people act like the whizard of odds when confronted they try to hide behind the curtain and let the glitterati rule the show the front façade bromaded until no one seems to notice them inside. Denial. The new additions to the lawn the statutes and the silhouettes are gone from the pictures all reflect the old one. The front facaded making mention of the way it was in 1952 over one hundred years ago. The croquet mallets standing in the hall. The wires all in a rows on the lawn where someone plaid solitaire. Even the porcelain gnomes near the fountains are still there and no one has them now. There is a silver bowl with water flowing in a hole it was made to look like number nine on the most famous golf course in the city and the water still costs less then lights. She turns out all the lights and she goes dancing near the windows in the dark she laughs when someone gets too near she prudes the curtains then she quickly pulls her robe upon the parts of her that only no one knoes and then she wishes she were bold enough to join them in orgies on the grass. The Television still comes on to Channel Four and asks her calmly “It is Ten O'clock do you knoe where your Children aer?” The order of the poetry was this written as an answer to be posted in a blog or was it meant to be set in stone as a commandment or can it stand alone does it rhyme like little boy blued. Eschewed the lady lives alone. She keeps her life intact with food from the kitchen from the shelf. She has a dented can she has been saving it since time began she knoes that the botulisum may kill her dead but she has no real regrets she lost the internet she left the antenna in the ditch and ran. She cheats time she writes most of her poems before she was ever born this way they are published with no fuss no grate ado without much jealousy she studies every line of Emily Bronte so sure that this was she this is her story. In Denial but never crazy if you ask her who she is she smiles and never says that she is rally Bronte now but to the side she says the poetry is mine. She has a straw hat you knoe the kind eye meant with a ribbon for a bow and the top is flat and the brim is round around the rim she has the long white gloves that travelers wear to tell the better places they have been. She tossed out the botulism can at the last moment and decided to eat better and more regular the little red ensample case is full of smells and scents perhaps the lavender will gel. She now gets food at that new diner the young boy behind the counter looks so sweet with long black hair he strides just like a lover in denial.
