Not a comment, not a message, not a whisper,
No sign from any madams or their sister,
"Out of sight out of mind" out of view-
Out of her queue;
From finally becoming one celebrated for the week-
To then being relegated poet of the bleak,
Author a month or two,
And see what that will buy you,
Lost in thought, the mind churns and weaves,
But rest on your laurels and your lost to the masses-
Like autumn leaves and Greyhound busses.
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Great poetry!! Miss seein ya! 
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