There was no validated parking,
In the life she inadvertently chose,
Based on beauty, song, and adventure.
The lot was predetermined and full -
Of billeted hucksters and mongers,
Of questionable fame and dilemma.
She led her beautiful life happily,
Despite the bane of misunderstood,
Intelligence and perceptions.
And life was finessed in the wake,
Of trembling storms,
And twinkling, navy-star skies.
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