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Faultless Face

She's got what con artists call 
                          a faultless face,

            so lovely, her secret crimes are 
                           without trace;

        no matter what she does, no matter 
                              the place,

     she stares deep into your soul and wins 
                                the race;

    her smile opens and shuts doors for her 
                              with ease,

           and you, the cop, let her get away 
                              with these.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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