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In the middle of
A busy street,
The wind was nothing
But mischief from
Ear to ear.
Bending downwards,
It slowly lifted up
Her skirt and hurried
Along exuding innocence.
The mischief of one had become
The curiosity of many eyes.
Instinctively,
She dropped her groceries,
Reaching for the ends of her skirt,
Because the beauty in a woman
Resides in how well she’s attired.
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