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Was that?

Persuasion of thought, I recognised this woman

Sitting majestically, an epitome of independence

Had not only Bette Davis's eyes

But also Bette Davis's eminence in her ascendence.

Unhurriedly quaffing her steaming tea,

Unbent like a rule of rigid steel

Her stare fixed forwardly straight

With that unbelievable Bette Davis appeal

Replete, her china saucered cup removed complete

Excusing herself with a sublime eloquence

Gracefully she swung out between the aisles

Those hips moved with the Bette Davis elegance

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