She held the stage hostage,

holding tightly the neck of the microphone

like a thief attempting escape.

She commands the air before her,

opening a path to waiting ears.

Her mascara is pointed like an Egyptian

Princess.  Her lips possess the strength to

break hearts.  Her smile is a strand of

rare pearls. There are no others under

heaven to compete.

A freshness covers the crowd.

Paradise calls her by name.





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