Marcy was a woman who had much strength and skill
To make her life worth living, to do just as she will
Back in the beginning before the flashback came
She used the bag of money to gas the pseudo flame
The slit in her tight timeline prevented many things
The purlieu of her homestead developed yellow rings
Although a nifty idea she didn’t want to see
How playing a card like the red ace was how her life should be.
And so she put the cards back and looked up toward the sky
The future she was holding was her pressing reason why.
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