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She dares me
not to play follow-the-leader.
Why eat a cold buffet
with proper credentials,
but no champagne? I scrape
the plate; abandon the leavings.
Wear a Napoleon hat.
Beat to quarters. Jump.
Hold my nose, let go.
Free fall into generosity.
Resign to be overcharged,
risk jeopardizing my credit rating.
I prefer a bid in writing, sign
a treaty with the indomitable Lady.
Hers is not a day, but a state of mind.
Tess Kincaid
December, 2010
Posted over on her site Willow Manor
Listed as #1 over on Magpie Tales 45
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