She
Poisoned by misery, she is
Bitter stony cold
Her life writ large on her face
Every crinkle in the maze
A story worth a tell
Poverty , she began
The worst fate that ever befell
Saps the might of men
And all that followed thereafter
Merely navigation in a soulless domain
Bitter stony cold
God lives in the light my dear
Therefore be whatever, never be poor
Not a tear nor a tremble
Just bitter stony cold
-Vinny
4/12/15
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