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Long Auburn Hair
PA paparazzi,
PA paparazzi,
Pa paparazzi
They're everywhere.
Quick flash it's an image.
Her face in Time Square.
She throws them a kiss.
To show that she cares.
She's the Top Model.
With long Auburn Hair.
She's the top Model.
So, privacies rare.
They know all about
Her new underwear.
She's the top Model.
See the flash glare.
When she lands in Dhaka
They all have to be there.
She is glamorous in aqua.
Oh, my how they stare.
They say ooh and aah.
Their dear Lady Fair.
She's the Top Model,
With long auburn hair.
This poem is about a "Top" Model,
I met on a flight to L.A.
Copyright ©
R J. Elless
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