On the Red CarpetA Poem by Sharon Miller BolanderSeveral smiling actors joked, Actresses so hot they smoked, Whistles, Catcalls, Limos, Stress! Dress outsiders criticize Power many analyze Flashing strobes, Like pestilence, Had no heart And made no sense. Titles dance from movie clips; Handshakes turn to ego trips. © 2008 Sharon Miller BolanderReviews
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