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Poem By SarahJane Platt

Elegantly tall and slim
The face a cool façade
Of competence; no-one sees in
The world is far too hard

Hair of gold, expertly coiffed
Her nails are manicured
And filed; pretty but not too soft
Her aura: self-assured.

She reclines against the chair
Commands of the garçon
A thé-au-lait; a regal stare-
He runs to be her pawn

Dark glasses reveal soft eyes
A smile touches her lips
Secret; her true persona she must hide
From work relationships

Her life may not be easy
But one pleasure’s undenied
To sit on the Champs-Elysées
And watch the world go by

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