She held a sandwich between her wrinkly hands
As her long knife-life fingernails squeezed the white bread to her cheeks
And her watchful eyes darted in unison with the traffic
While she munched away and life pulsed on
And she miraculously left her ruby lipstick intact
While kissing the bread with a perfect sanguineous semicircle
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