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Mona Lisa
The scope of one painting
Puts on quite a show.
From the depths of the river,
To the windy, rocky road.
The mysterious woman
Has a garment of dark wear,
And a veil of secrets
That lie upon her metallic hair.
She looks for an answer,
As her eyes seem to follow.
Wherever you turn,
There's a dark lurking shadow.
The mysterious woman
Has pale, silky skin,
And the cross of her arms
Tells she does not wear thin.
Her mysterious smile
Has fooled many, it appears.
Whether she feels witty or pleased,
We won't know for many years.
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addie backel
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