Painted Delilah Poem by Richard George

Painted Delilah

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Nobody knows her age, or dares to ask.
A L'Oréal helmet;
contours of a sylph.
She sells greetings cards.

Enter, and she winches
you from Time's River Jordan.
Your life is here, neatly arranged:
BIRTH. EXAMS. GET WELL SOON.

When you offer CONDOLENCES
she cups her hand.

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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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