Bibi hid a day
calmer in a cotton’d shawl
amid idiom
lock’d in pulchritude
an altitude’s rarity
her cigarillo
not less than ashen
innocence assuage remove
‘tho concession weigh
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ayaladn 
You shortline, micro poets get to use the good words and not have to explain. Pulchritude is such a good word. It reminds of Big Daddy in Cat and that tin roof. Lovely ramble this poem takes my tongue. I’ll stop there…>KB
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Only the second time I’ve used it, KB, it attires seldom care,
if not courage…as a corset stay.
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