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Victoria Annette Bailey

I Can't

I can't believe in unicorns,
This age has got me hooked,
Fermented dreams of Santa's sleigh
Destroyed by Physics books.
See, the tooth Fairy is a nice idea
A coin for a pearly white,
But in reality, some girl with wings
Doesn't break in a night.
I can't believe in anything
Religion has no words
God's another fairy tale
'The Divine' just seems absurd.
Fifteen years of spun out tales
A chocolate bearing rabbit
Passed onto each new generation
Out of spirit and in habit.
But in this fifteenth year of life
The closet monster doesn't matter
These illusions have been assassinated
By a Dormouse and a Hatter.

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Beautiful, Antique Dollies

Beautiful, antique dollies
All stand in a row,
Laced with ornamental pretence,
Staring from the window.
Each beautiful, antique dolly,
Bears her beautiful, antique price,
For her pretty, satin ribbon
And her vacant, azure eyes.
One beautiful, antique dolly,
With her frosted, golden curls,
Is severed from the window,
For her reflection in a girl.
Now this beautiful, antique dolly,
Stands, no longer on her shelf,
Her ivory face is glowing
As she adorns by herself.
All the other antique dollies,
In the window where they stay
Whisper after midnight
Of the dolly that went away.

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There Are a Lot of People in the World Called Jack

There’s an old man singing
Out on his front porch
Strumming his guitar
Like it’s 1954.
It may have been a while
But he remembers every chord
And although it doesn’t look like much
It’s all he could afford.
Yes, the paint is peeling
And the strings are wearing thin
And it’s still sporting the logo
Of the band he once was in
But every cent he ever earned
Bought him that guitar
He should have known that green ambition
Never gets you far.
His fingers pace the tired strings.
Performing through the days
Mister-Money-Buys-You-Talent
So-I’m-Al ways-Going-To-Pay.

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