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She never knew the joy of a

smile beyond her painted

night mask...

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Her real name was Pauline

but everyone called her Polly.

Polly, who, somewhere along

the line, misplaced her dignity,

or maybe drifted off the

mental galaxy.



Watching her at work was

a familiar joke in our town

Men called her "Dollar Polly"

and street preachers

said she was a worm

of evil. I didn't know,

or care.

She was a person.



Most I remember about Polly

is the stares she got -

uncaring, cold hearts.

I think she cared, and

knifed by remorse, guilt and shame.



Not many went to her funeral.

My friends teased me for caring

enough to go - but there were

a few others, too.



The men who had laughed

the most were weeping -

roses in hand.