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Some Women Of Stanford

I look at these lovely does
Halted by their huge fat shoes
My man's eye appreciates the beautiful flashing skin
But to drink in beauty with a pure heart
Is an art long in coming
And the mind that births it also poses its questions
Doesn't it just seem as though
They are trying so hard to feel beautiful? 
Or are they testing men? 
Unconsciously searching for eyes
Eyes that will search their souls
Undaunted by the power of Feminine beauty
Unleashed in all its fearsome wonder
Oh, how many are the daughters of confusion
Displaying too much in search of approval
Then hating the attention they attract
By revealing what ought to remain covered
Lost without the fatherly voice
Speaking the grace and wisdom of modesty

Stephen Pursell,
original: summer '98,
revised 9/10/14