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One plain day the Woman awoke
At 4:56 am to be precise.
A spice filled west wind swept through the room
It picked her up and willed her away.

She walked down the street
Her jeans hanging low on her hips,
Fingers jammed deep into her pockets.
A beggar man shook his dirty coffee cup
“Does a Lady have spare to change?”
“Hasn’t anyone told you that 18 year-olds aren’t ladies?”
She threw a fifty into his cup and walked away.

One day as she stepped off a train
A man standing on the platform
Professed his undying love for her
She laughed and walked away
“I’m only 24, I don’t Love.”

Later in the night she walked into a bar
And laid eyes on a Man with an air about him.
He asked if they’d met before
And gawked at her breasts.
She decided it was Love.

Six months later, under a Holy Man’s decree
They became Woman AND Man.
“Life is Good,” she said to herself at 25.
At least the consummation was.

Years arrived and left.
On their way through the neighborhood
They dropped off Boy and Girl
Who were a joy
When the labor was ignored.

Man would come home late at night
Spewing cheap perfume and cigarette smoke.
The television was her sole companion
While she waited for him at night
All the while wondering where she had gone wrong.
After all, the seamstress confirmed that her measurements
Remained stable at 36-24-35.

One day after a day at the mall
Woman came home to find Man
In the arms of not one
But two others!
She huffed and puffed
And swore she’d blow the house down.

“But honey I Love You,” Man begged.
She sneered then laughed then cried.
“Honey,” she replied,
“You wouldn’t know love if it were an ample
bosomed woman stripping for you.”
And that was the end of that.

Boy came home one night
Declaring his nearing nuptials.
He would marry a woman he met at the bar
After the woman at the train station broke his heart.
Girl declared she was leaving tomorrow.
The spice filled west wind needed company.

That night the FAMILY slept under one roof.
Woman, Man, Boy, Girl.