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Poem 14
Lady Napoleon
Short of stature
But large in power
As she picks them up
And tosses them away
She smiles at me
It’s a bright smile
The one she gives people
When she’s happy
Which is most of the time
But the smile vanishes
And she leads the charge of one
Slaughters them quickly
But hordes of worshipful fanatics
Cheer at her heels
And that gorgeous smile returns
They love her no matter what she does
Because they could die happy
Just because of her smile
It’s difficult to feel ill of her
Because that fabulous grin conquers all

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