<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513514" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rendezvous</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lines of her dress were classic<br>She was curvy and tall and thin<br>She’d blood red shiny fingernails<br>Estee Lauder was under her chin</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was dark in the room when she entered<br>Except for a candle and chair<br>And a man with a handful of flowers<br>Expectantly waiting there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wanted to be romantic<br>He wanted to be interesting<br>But she knew what he really was there for<br>In spite of the left handed ring</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet she let down her hair with a flourish<br>Even though he had lied like a bum<br>She had lied to herself and she knew it<br>Cross the hundreds of miles she had come</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They both knew there’d be spiritual fallout<br>They both knew someone surely would tell<br>They both knew there was no common sense in it<br>They both knew they would both burn in hell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But without thought or fear they went through with it<br>And when it was finally done<br>They were left with the shame and disgrace of it<br>Saying nothing before they ran home</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So be mindful and always remember<br>If you find you've succumbed to their lot<br>There is never a happy conclusion<br>And your treachery's all that you've got</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Written by Sara Fielder © 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sara+Fielder">Sara Fielder</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513514" data-title="The Rendezvous de Sara Fielder" data-description="The lines of her dress were classic She was curvy and tall and thin She’d blood red shiny fingernails Estee Lauder was under her chin It was dark in the room when she entered Except for a candle and chair And a man with a handful of flowers Exp..."></div> </div> </div>

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