A Woman of SocietyA Poem by DianaA Woman of Society Forty-something. Jet-black hair, Attractively styled, Purposefully so. Too tight mini. Knee high suede. Your boots click-clack upon the hallway tiles. Rouged cheeks smile as you repeat, “Sweetie, sweetie. How are you?” Caked in pleasantries. A woman of society. © 2013 DianaReviews
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