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Lady Porcelain Kindness
Lady Porcelain Kindness
A lady with clear pale skin, few blemishes
mar her daily perfection, playing a flawless part
in her sharp European presence.
Inclining her head like a brisk marching soldier
into First Year lecture theatres, she convinces
the boys of the glittering sincerity
of her blue, blue eyes. Somehow wise
beyond her twenty-four years,
she does joie...
Friday 24th November 2017 10:14 am
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