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Madame Antoinette was her name.

A psychic in neon light that

Was always there when home I came

To the family's upstairs flat.

I would watch visitors go in

And out of Madame Antoinette's,

Dif'rent sorts of women and men

Seeking a glimpse of coming yets.

It seemed so natural for me,

Growing up in a time and place

Where supernatural did be

Supplied for a fee, case by case.

Reading tarot cards on a palm,

Madame Antoinette was my Mom.