Ebony Boots
The ebony boots should have tripped ‘em,
glamour locked in a snapshot.
Party was dead ‘til
dolls showed up.
Owned
that
hard wood floor.
Pink polka dot stripes,
so busy but they worked it.
A hit with that white hot smokey eye.
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