"You Look

Like You

Might Be

Famous." He

Said And She



Cranberried. She

Cranberried. She

Always Did. Cran-

Berry Red As

Merry Cran-berry-go-round.



Seventeen

Eyes, A Shy

Smile, The

Portrait Of

Famished

Femeninity.



"Are You?

Are You Famous?

You Look

Like You

Might Be."