The merest glance
The merest glance
Hair, straight, black
Eyes hidden by glasses so big
Take a second look
By then she was gone
As fate would deem
Another chance came
Too much bling
too much attitude
not enough substance
Glad no wish was made
Supposedly she can sing
with rebusque voice
She belts the words
overpowering the highs
Too bad
well
she’s easy on the eyes
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