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Prissy little beauty queens
Prissy little beauty queens, they seem so self-assured:
They wear the latest fashions; in haught style immured.
Then there's exotic travel, to all the ports of call,
Always look so stunning, till exhausted, they fall.
They know that playing's bad; for time's what they don't have:
There's titles, trophies; there's money to be had.
But you should see the fetching way they look, before death-
They cry for their mommy, until their last breath.
They wear the latest fashions; in haught style immured.
Then there's exotic travel, to all the ports of call,
Always look so stunning, till exhausted, they fall.
They know that playing's bad; for time's what they don't have:
There's titles, trophies; there's money to be had.
But you should see the fetching way they look, before death-
They cry for their mommy, until their last breath.
Published 20th Feb 2010
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Anonymous
22nd Feb 2010 2:05am
Good work Heterodynemind!
It leaves this recognized and 'known' feeling behind in my mind. I like it!
It leaves this recognized and 'known' feeling behind in my mind. I like it!
