Camelot

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Saturday, February 22, 2014

Mrs. Fry

She walks in with disheveled hair
She looks a fright
Her gait; beefy
With a slight limp on the right
She's put on too much weight
But she can't see
Through the coveting and the hate
It's a sad sad case
For
Mrs. Fry

Her world is small
Though she tries
To stand tall
But everyone just sees
A jealous woman
Who can't see
Through the coveting and the hate
It's a sad sad case
For
Mrs. Fry

All that glitters
Isn't always gold
With her baubles
And colors so bold
But she still can't see
Through the coveting and the hate
She's missed out on a love
That could have been great
And now it's way too late
It's a sad sad case
For
Mrs. Fry


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