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I painted my nails, shiny and pink –
tied a yellow ribbon through my hair
and made my way up Second Street
at noon – he was not there.

I waited ‘til quarter past one
before I had admitted defeat
realizing that he would not come –
I left, a yellow ribbon in the street.

He had promised me a splendid life,
filled with laughter, love, and joy.
He promised to take me as his wife –
what a fool am I! And he, a cruel boy!

A.R.M.
06/16/96