Joyce
The plastic surgeon's second wife has hadIt good. She knows that's so. She chooses
Not to tell her friends he plans to take a
Third. It's better just to meet them here,
And gossip, and to have an early Marguerita
By the pool, a final little present for the one
Whose day has passed.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2011-10-07 at 17:15
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