Tess. Lotta

Tiffany Bold at State Finals

Her lips "O!" the feint of maidens, her
femaled (backstitched-pinned-and darted)
as if scholarships and nations should never be
uncleavaged. Her as eyelashed and gleamed as
the jewel-handed salute.

A perfumed anthem she triumphs the cut-across-
a stage left aria lipped by dolled patriots cued
to moisten/part for the microphone-
her, or her ass, the spangled banner.

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