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His sweet angel,
Wearing her frothy gown,
She’s beautiful, elegant,
A wife any man could love or desire.
She’s the epitome, the standard,
What women should be like,
Mother of six children,
Few lines on her face, she holds up.
Although, life’s pressure can be confining,
Her lips smile a gesture rehearsed.
What’s underneath in her —
Boarding school mind,
She’d wants all to —
Perceive she’s the perfect wife.
Society expects her to —
Set perfect example because —
She’s upperclass, the lead in the charade.
Acting as the moral —
Center, she must —
Of the great dame,
Her family, pride, joy,
Madame’s smile is slipping because,
Performing all the time is exhausting.
She wonders if she might sit with —
Port to sip, not thinking,
Herself; not a —
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