wrinkled face flashing peace
was it how much she charge
for good picture of her heirs
pretty headband multiple colors
so as skirt like faded rainbow
dust seem to cling in hollow
those toes a ginger like curves
callous defy heat from dusty ground
brown as rust from rocks upland
still manage to sell her smile
unknown to us where she came from
maybe a star; braves from lowland
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