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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390383" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Furnished And Burnished</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My feet beat a rhythm across the Shopping Arcade floors, <br>and in through the swinging doors.<br>Up speeding lifts, to counters packed with attractive goods<br>and gifts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, making straight for the place where there is glamour<br>for the face, one spies lipsticks by the score, so many <br>shades that one cannot but adore. <br>I must buy more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That concealing blemish cream which smoothes on like a dream, <br>Is a must. They still stock it, I trust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyebrow pencil in colour ‘blonde’, which just has to be donned, <br>and mascara in black. <br>I think I’m on the right track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some shadow for the eyes too, in gold, brown, silver, or blue.<br>It’s so reflective and so effective.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My countenance is now furnished and burnished. Such finesse.<br>And now I have to confess, that I am ready <br>to launch a new me, with a new philosophy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So with my shopping complete, my feet retreat and beat<br>a rhythm across the Shopping Arcade floors, <br>and out through the swinging doors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ernestine+Northover">Ernestine Northover</a><div class=q>
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