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Voices of Discontent

by Leandra K Brossard

Dear Leandra,
Sweet Leandra,
Precious little
flow'r, Leandra.

Won't you come to me, Leandra?
Why go out with him, Leandra?
Don't you want to live, Leandra?
He is such a bore.

I could show you life, Leandra,
Take you out tonight, Leandra,
Make you see the light, Leandra,
What do you like him for?

I don't understand, Leandra,
You deserve a man, Leandra,
Intelligence wasn't what I meant
When I said "something more."

Dear Leandra,
Sweet Leandra,
Beautiful and
meek, Leandra.

Viscious temper, that Leandra.
Why lash out at me, Leandra?
You aren't perfect yet, Leandra,
That will be a chore.

09/25/2001

Posted on 09/25/2001
Copyright © 2025 Leandra K Brossard

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