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Aug 2014
She strutted her stuff
through the courtroom lounge,
dressed to the nines,
she looked fine
all in black,
filled out her outfit
like it was designed just for her,
how she walked in those heels,
I'll never know.
But with such high maintenance,
I guess you can learn anything.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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