Boots fit girls down to the ground

True, but don't ask me quite why

Calfskin moulds itself to any form

Yours were the colour of the sky

Red boots smack of aggression

Yellow a hint of primrose flower

But blue sends a potent message

A promise of love and soft power

Blue varnished boots tread softly

Only ballet shoes look so neat

Yours, though scuffed and worn

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Lady Porcelain Kindness

A lady with clear pale skin, few blemishes

mar her daily perfection, playing a flawless part

in her sharp European presence.

Inclining her head like a brisk marching soldier

into First Year lecture theatres, she convinces

the boys of the glittering sincerity

of her blue, blue eyes. Somehow wise

beyond her twenty-four years,

she does joie...

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