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Winifred is not like the others
Old ladies in a line would be wearing pastel hats
Their shoes would be common, plain, ugly flats.
Their hair would be tamed, snipped and curled.
But Winifred had just had her soul unfurled.
Unencumbered, she was a dancing diva now.
She wanted her wild curls to give the men a wow
Their wives would hate her, what would they think?
Winifred did not care, she got out high heels – pink.
Bought the brightest dress she could, she was a tease.
Wore orange and green striped stockings to her knees.
She would give those old biddies a bit of a lurch.
She laughed to herself as she got ready for church.
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Caren Krutsinger
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