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EASTER PARADE
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A bonnet of straw, trimmed with lace,
A frock of moire, a tiny waist.
A lady she was, the sidewalks she graced,
mincing steps, a parasol,
every hair in place.
On the avenue....
Fifth Avenue....
The photographers snapped her,
Every gentleman tipped his hat to her....
One man said oh, if I could write a sonnet,
I would write about the bonnets,
and of the gal I'm hoping to take
to the Easter Parade.
� Marilyn ([email protected])
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