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I must say the dress she wore—that sexy little number
did much to rouse the bench sitters from their usual slumber.
They rooted and they murmured. Some stood to lift their caps
at the revealing nature of her dress—especially its gaps.
She did as much to ameliorate the boredom of their day
as all the other passersby who passed along the way,
causing some widening of some eyes, some laboring for breath,
but it is only rumor that she caused one codger’s death.
Some say they’d seen him earlier clutching at his chest,
so a contributing factor was what she was at best.