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October 1, 2016
Her heart in the right place –
True, there was money to be made.
Their loneliness, her enterprise;
her own personal crusade.
A Luncheon with a difference,
offered hot or cold.
With an optional feather duster,
for those feeling rather bold.
She saw a gap in the market,
for men, (and there were many),
to whom she offered a needy service,
cashing in on the odd penny.
And yet so gentle was her soul,
although mischievous her gain.
But always good for a laugh,
was dearest Cynthia Payne.
I hope she’s gone to heaven,
and not to a hell below,
so she can part the clouds,
and continue with her show
Rest In Peace (1932 – 2015)
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