an elmhurst queen...
i still know all the words and can belt it out with zest -
can you?
(if you cantz getz bizzy)
anyhoo-
one hell of a queen -
i draw many parallels between her life and mine:
as a deb: interested, interesting and trusting &...
(cute as a M.F.'in button).
then disillusioned & deflowered and with great personal fortitude, we sucked up, and committed to our true friends....& still:
(sexy as a nectarine!)
then we got rid of those friends, and assumed the tact of " c'est la vie...."
but the only problem with that french programme is the unfortunate ability for klingons to cling-on -
so one day we look in a mirror -
and start being frank with ourselves & everyone else, (albeit our whole lives we were honest)...
when one gets to the point of frankness - well then -
the sceptre received is a instrument of power only ever bestowed on a select few...
and..
if you survive long enough, someday, if only for a moment, you will be queen...
me & patty, patty & me, love you all
qw-{
out, out, brief candle -
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