With the tents, poles and chairs,
came she
The artiste,
The fair girl,
The theatre artiste,
The opera girl,
The circus artiste
Playing with the lion
Or at the nets
For the gymnastic shows and skills
And again went she away,
The fair-girl,
The glamour queen,
After all a woman,
Playing with life
And its emotions,
Dressing and appearing on
And neutralizing
The glaze.
An artiste,
She could remember
Where she came from,
A girl leaving her home and family,
Swayed by passion
And the rhythm for living,
A drama girl,
A fair girl,
Call her,
Whatever you like to call her,
The girl met at the fair ground
And separating from.
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