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12-19-2007, 07:16 PM
She holds her head so high
Like a statue in the sky
Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long
When she moves, my brain screams out this song.
Sidewalk crouches at her feet
Like a dog that begs for something sweet.
Do you hope to make her see, you fool?
Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?
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