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Daily I pass by the local subway station

Where walks the Pearly Queen

Who stands seemingly forever in WAIT

With the WEIGHT of the world

Upon her worn out shoulders.

'Might she be a poor soul from Purgatory?'

Locals wonder aloud.

She incessantly begs alms

From anonymous passers by.

The gaunt expression

Upon her previously most lovely visage

Appears to Warn one and all alike…

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