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Meeting Caesar (Poem)


‘Tis dark and I cannot see.
For I am wrapped in a giant rug.
I can feel the cart moving closer and closer to the palace.
The stones make the cart feel out of balance.
I feel as though I’m about to fall out of the cart.
Out of the rug as well.
Now the cart is in balance.
The floor feels different under the wheels.
Suddenly the cart stops.
Now voices can be heard.
Male voices.
I can hear my servants voice telling Caesar of a gift.
The rug and I are picked up.
Laid gently on the floor and slowly opened.
Finally I see a light.
I see several men.
I see a roman warrior, Caesar.
Slowly, I stand up.
Looking straight in Caesar’s eyes.
I cannot believe it.
I’m in love.

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