Quinnie

Quinnie 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.

- The Wild Party, Joseph Moncure March

This is my version of Quinnie from the poem and musical The Wild Party!

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