Poor Grace
She walked around in silk and lace
And looked as if she owned the place.
The haughty lass tripped down
A heel caught in her gown
She went all crimson in the face.
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26th July, 2016
Contest: Crimson
Sponsor: Royal Ninja
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016
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