<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fitzsimmons Returns</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mirror never lies, <br>Your mother said. <br>You look in it now, <br>The mirror reflects <br>You in the midst <br>Of half way dressing. <br>You hold the green <br>Corset strings, waiting <br>For the maid Fitzsimmons. <br>You’ve rung for her twice. <br>No sight of her or sound. <br>Been busy, she’ll say, <br>Have other things to do <br>Other than run around <br>After you. And she’ll say it <br>In that Irish tongue of hers, <br>With her deep blue eyes <br>Peering into your eyes <br>As if she sought your soul. <br>You fidget. Pull the strings. <br>Stare in the large mirror. <br>She’s done your hair <br>Nice enough as she can <br>And does, then ran off <br>To the ring of some bell <br>From some other quarter. <br>You pull the strings tighter. <br>Breath in, pull even tighter. <br>She even laid out the clothes, <br>Neatly as she does; shoes <br>Polished to a bright shine. <br>You stiffen and listen. <br>A loud voice bellows <br>Down the passage; <br>The canaries in the cage, <br>Take flight in fright. <br>Fitzsimmons returns, <br>The passage vibrates. <br>Your thin fingers hold <br>The green corsets strings, <br>They visibly shake, <br>The maid is coming, <br>She sings, the swish <br>Of her stiff black dress, <br>You gaze in the mirror, <br>See eyes and hair <br>And a touch of fear <br>Burning there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</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=527766" data-title="Fitzsimmons Returns de Terry Collett" data-description="The mirror never lies, Your mother said. You look in it now, The mirror reflects You in the midst Of half way dressing. You hold the green Corset strings, waiting For the maid Fitzsimmons. You’ve rung for her twice. No sight of her or ..."></div> </div> </div>

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