User:Homelyhomer

Queenie was a blonde and her age stood still,And she danced twice a day in vaudeville. Grey eyes. Lips like coals aglow. Her face was a tinted mask of snow. What hips—What shoulders—What a back she had! Her legs were built to drive men mad. And she did. She would skid. But sooner or later they bored her: Sixteen a year was her order. - the wild party by Joseph March, 1928

I try to live by these words. What do you live by? - homelyhomer