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The Goddess Glides
In satin gown resplendent
A vision independent
With eyes of green she hits the scene
A regular attendant
She passes through the door
Then glides across the floor
A look of grace upon her face
A goddess evermore
She then begins to dance
The men are in a trance
They only stare while frozen there
Too scared to take a chance
At the bar she's standing prone
Drinking champagne on her own
They pass her by but never try
So she goes home all alone
Copyright ©
Randy Freie
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