Two ladies, extravagantly aged
But dressed unremarkable
Take a hand each, offered by the sun
Who parades them, those two unsung
Swiftly as he is able.
Who yet pass not entire diminished
Those two, as lights affecting
Not least, a cat's manner of acclaim.
Self-adorers who, of the same
Are nothing but expecting!
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