Over the pavements
Her feet go clack,
Her legs are as tall
As a chimney stack.

Her fingers flicker
Likes snakes in the air,
The walls split open
At her green-eyed stare;

Her voice is thin
As a ghost of bees;
She will crumble your bones,
She will make you freeze.

Spin a coin, spin a coin,
All fall down.
Queen Nefertiti
Stalks through town.

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