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Stilettotterer
She totters as she trots across the street
On spindly, thin-shin shanks that
Could not dance a dodgy, rocky foxtrot.
This would-be vamp is hobbled
In her shaky, rakish steps
That wobble cock-eyed, knock-kneed,
In her lust for shoe-supremacy.
This dainty demoiselle is held
To be no stately, graceful gazelle
But gawky like a new-born, gauche giraffe
And yet...
Tuesday 28th June 2011 6:50 pm
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