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Her Pearls

They glittered in the sun –

Actually, in any light –

And hung high on her neck

Decorating her throat

 

She was plain, but regal all the same

No powders caked on her face

No paint adding color where there wasn’t

Her pale lips smiled and brought with it

The color she would never draw on

 

Her clothing was simple –

Bland, even; boring

But her body filled in nicely

And her hips swayed

With slow methodical rhythm

And her legs were steady, holding her up high

 

The pearls had their place on her

And they glittered in any light

They were simple really, even a bit plain

But they were beautiful in their modesty

Just like the woman who wore them

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