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Jun 2014
She was unmistakably clever,
People strolling past her on the street
would ponder to themselves briefly,
She must be a professor or a lawyer.
But it wasn't her round glasses,
Or her fitted blazer that convinced them.
It was her yellow shoes,
and the way they seemed to float
above the stained pavement.
Julie Artemov
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