an elegant entrance to the ballroom made she
though the name of this lady remained mystery.
she waltzed with the gypsies,
chatted with kings,
played blackjack with the devil,
stroked white angel's wings,
and when the party was over she left with a sigh,
a smile on her lips, a tear dotting her eye...
by me, 25 years ago, in math class
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does this still work?
what a cute little poem for a fourteen year old to write?! how prophetic! do you think you're someone special? would you actually describe yourself as "elegant"? and why have you started writing in this irritatingly bizarre voice?? tis folly or madness that she speaks! nay 'tis the crazy jibberish of a wretched old courtisane deranged by memory of her wanton days...what say you, prithee, honorable stranger?
methinks thou must get thee a life, madam...and make haste...
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