Maggie Robinson


They say Maggie Robinson likes all kinds of men, her means of financial support
while on her back, always seen casually walking those familiar streets, in the
heat of day or the middle of Fall, like some high and mighty priced queen in her
talented occupation where many men come and go, some returning while others not,
always content with her pocketbook full of bills, and wearing a brand new dress
meant to arouse their eager secrets from their loving wives, ten dollars richer today,
if not tomorrow. I too bearing my own hidden guilt as well, less then dollars of course.

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