She has not much to lose
Save for her shoes,
For her legs are almost bare
To the summer air.
And one must confess
That’s not much of a dress.
But when attending confession
She shows some discretion.
So lets not cast aspersions
Nor bear a grudge
For I have heard assertions
Her favourite is a judge!
K Morris - Poet 
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Many thanks for sharing my poem, Michael. Kevin