She can't
Makeup her mind
Like she does
Her face,
Blush and rouge
She knows
But the real choices
Elude her,
No foundation
Can hide
What's behind
Her eyes,
The incoherence
Jumbled up
An attic
Forgotten,
She trips
But none can see
As she walks
Defiantly graceful,
Where she'll go
Not a syllable
From her lips
Will divulge,
But her hips
Will surely sway you there...

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