She stood there looking like Maria Grazia Buccella
Nude but for a garland of flowers
Tastefully covering her breasts
Her hands on her hips
She smiled with an exaggerated smirk
Dark hair cascading down her back
Like a waterfall of shimmering blueblack curls
It would be easy to mistake her
For a European nymph
Possibly born in a village not far from the Adriatic
Instead of the Kansas farmgirl
She was
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