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In Her Corner of the World
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
© 6/22/204
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In her corner of the world
Stands a table with one chair
From six a.m. 'til half past life
You'll often find her there
No frills, no fluff
Remnant of the resigned
In her corner of the world
Out of sight, out of mind
Between the shots of Whisky
Through the bottom of her glass
Reels of memories replay a life
Which never came to pass
Rumor has it, she was quite a looker
Have any man on a whim
'Til that day thunder struck
As she first laid eyes on him
Cuffed blue jeans, white T-shirt
Sideburns atop stubble
In her corner of the world
This could only spell trouble
Men glared, women stared
Smokes unrolled from a sleeve
Though dismissed as scooter trash
She saw something to believe
Years before its acquired stench
Prior its erosion into a 'Dive'
Suits and skirts would dance all night
The 'Joint' would jump n jive
A mirror hung behind the bar
He intently scanned the place
Reflections often reveal a truth
As he first laid eyes on her face
In her corner of the world
In a time free of cares
A table stood, awaiting him
A table with two chairs
The world grew still as unlikely souls
Discovered what hearts could give
In hers, a chance for redemption
In his, a chance to live
Seeds of love had taken root
As it was meant to be
A chapel found, the stage was set
For all eternity
They'd plan to meet that very eve
The day they were to wed
In her corner of the world
The Sheriff came instead
A driver had fallen asleep at the wheel
He didn't stand a chance
Eternity had come, after all
Much too soon in their plans
So, as she sits faithfully
In memories unfurled
Thunder shall strike, one last time
In her corner of the world
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