All at once it dawned on me, I am not alone;
The world of sequins shattered like a bone.
A nun in love with an old, forgotten past,
Her father stands with mouth wide open, aghast.
In shambles running through a copse of bramble;
A transient nature, she was left alone to ramble.
Wealth can carry for the fortunate less 'twixt,
Lest the temperance of character be fixed.
Without a word, the selfless gene returns,
Deep down within a horrid fire that burns.
The world of sequins shattered like a bone.
A nun in love with an old, forgotten past,
Her father stands with mouth wide open, aghast.
In shambles running through a copse of bramble;
A transient nature, she was left alone to ramble.
Wealth can carry for the fortunate less 'twixt,
Lest the temperance of character be fixed.
Without a word, the selfless gene returns,
Deep down within a horrid fire that burns.
via RewardPort.com
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