Watching news again of the
Flight's investigation
The woman listens to every word
But sees there's little progress
The debtor' interrupts suddenly
And pulls her to a mirror
Confused she waits and soon he brings
Her disguise ready now
In cloth that flows so willowy
Halfway pants and dress
She could whip or smother and fade away
"White just like a saint."
Last of all a hoods drawn up
With cloth across her face
Hidden completely beneath it all
She's just about complete
But suddenly the TV changes
The Flight's face then appears
Behind him bound and gagged appeared
Many gypsy prisoners
He called them then to find him quick
The prisoners could not wait
He wants to see his two great foes
And so he would so soon.
Next Week: Welcome
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