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She tipped to the grand Electra: a hat filled velvet and tinsel, a blinding devotion of sunsets, a passion to sleep through the day. And if in the morning you find her obliging or curled 'round the edges and taut... Hold your hand to your eyes to block out the light and speak, if you've something to say.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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