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She drifted downstairs on her tiny feet,
her lustrous eyes large and her hair immense,
an expensive fur coat made her vast expanse
seem vaguely amorphous and incomplete.
Magnolia skin and manicured hands
that floated like flowers on the balustrade,
increased the impression her movements made
of a stately balloon just before it lands.
Down the stairs she descended serene and demure
with the practiced grace of the diva who
can suspend belief when she hears her cue,
with a confident stance and a glance that’s sure.
So lovely, the lobby in that hotel
fell utterly under the fat lady’s spell.
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