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What Goes Around… Amy Chan

He built her up to let her down.
The words he uttered on the phone
Possessed no substance ‘tho’ sweetest in tone.
They weren’t expressed to make her feel fine,
Only to make his countenance shine

So she would think, after the call,
Wow, he really likes me, after all.
And even if she were ever to accuse him later
Of being a liar or, even perhaps, a woman-hater,
He’d just fix her with that quizzical smile,
Shake his head and sigh,
You’re lacking in style.

But he’d figured she wouldn’t act like a fool
– Better to hold one’s tongue, keep one’s cool –
And so gets away with it once more;
Until Karma comes knocking at his door,
(Looking like the sexiest angel in town)
To build him up and let him down.


THE WHOLE TRUTH
Amy Chan


FIFTY-TWO WHITE- THIRTY-SiX BLACK
Amy Chan
In an environment where the only women present were the cook and the aged Mother Superior, a flash of nubile, female thigh or a snugly encased bottom would be far from convivial to maintaining a chaste and celibate, male state of mind.


THE MAKING AND BREAKING
Amy Chan -a first chapter


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