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She wore three foot tall high heels

she wore heels that were three feet tall
no longer small, no longer small
men backed away, when she came to town
intimidated, their faces swiftly went down

she passed a giraffe and patted his head
I had bed head too, he told his bunkmate Fred
Her ponytail is seen above the rooftops today
Stilt-like heels give her a view of people six blocks away
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