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The scarlet ribbon of outback road
exuded clouds of dust,
suggesting mineral presence
beneath the earth's red crust.

Bob 'wheeled and dealed' with big boys,
hoping to win the mining race
but all he won was a scarlet ribbon
for coming in second place.

The gold went to the best man;
he won it fair and square,
along with Bob's fiance,
with scarlet ribbons in her hair.

Scarlet ribbons mocked him
as he dreamt on his cold, cold bed;
scarlet ribbons on premature wreaths,
cards saying he was dead.



By cherryk

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - SCARLETT RIBBON (challenge has been closed)


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