At the place of my daily work,
we have a fear in the air it lurks.
For we have amongst us a lady in red,
who may turn the world upside down when mad,
her heart is as white as light she sayeths,
but for heavens her bag is full of secrets.
Walks upright and to everyone she smiles,
makes her appear a little too insidious and guile.
Rumours link her to everyone so she says,
upset and insipid makes for her days.
Yet her presence we feel not leave us ever after,
for in the sweetness of her friendship there be a lot of laughter.
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