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Innocent was I, Or so I claimed, Til she, The agent provocateur... Sent me coded messages, Hinting at a reality, Which I before Had only dared to dream, In secret and in silence, Certain I was alone, In my disaffection. Upon the breastworks of The defenses she erected, I responded to her blandishments, "Speak not to me in code, Agent provocateur. If you would incite me, and arouse me To follow you upon this path, Of danger, excitement, And adventure, Say all plain and true, In words I understand." Thrusting herself bravely forward, Her message she presented, More plainly, Clad only in its naked truth, And I, Unwillingly, Of course... Weakened, And entered in her cause, Following her along hidden paths, Which took us to secret places, Full of the intensity of the danger... And, wild ecstasy of daring conflict. She led me up to tops of mountains, Where light bloomed in ways, Which long I had not seen, Also into deep, dark caverns, Full of mystery, For intimate meetings laden with secrecy, And promises. She brewed for me a potion, Guaranteed to win the soul, Of any to be led to her belief... A potion which she had ME drink, To prove its true effectiveness, Which left me, stiffened with resolve To join her in her quest, Until its very end... A final battle full of fire, Explosion, and, at last Luxurious rest due the victorious. Many times strove she and I together, Until one day, as if lovers We stepped forth Before the multitude, Where I pronounced my allegiance, To my... Agent provocateur, At the appointed time, turning To reveal her to all assembled, Only to find, Her gone. I was left alone by her betrayal, To face two fates: The wrath of those maimed by my deceit, But even worse,... A lifetime without My... Agent provocateur -Donovan Baldwin

in the eyes of a dreamer a fantasy lives music transcends as she begins to play upon her flute on a make-believe street where she dances freely without a worry no need to hurry what lies in her future is not yet revealed will she be a singer or study dance? will she be a musician will she find romance? her fate's not yet sealed she will take chances strength and confidence are on her side lost in a dream she plays on her flute Amadeus Mozart's "The Magic Flute"

Tomorrow you’ll depart from earth never to return… It’s the last chance to enjoy all the foods for which you yearn. For on this new planet nothing is the same - the plants, the trees, the vines, the fowl and all the game. You can only have three of your foods to drink or eat so, what will you choose – a meat, a fruit – or something sweet? Without a second thought, I know what mine would be… Irish coffee, chocolate and some roasted chiles. A splash of Bailey’s in my cup warms my hands, clears my brain; and without a bite of chocolate, I think I’d go insane! Did you know that hot chiles take away the pain? There you have it – the three C’s coffee, chocolate, chiles – So, now I ask you this… What would yours be? ©Lorene Rogers Jan. 9, ‘23