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She's a mirthful of hermit's rose, Truly a down-to-earth bright spark With a sweet snowflake on her nose. As unique as the birds of lark, Singing with all the bright colors Surrounded by the sunflowers.
Handling things as if in the manner born, Adorable with upturned eyes, Full of hearts to forget the lorn. She'll put you in the highest highs, Indeed with smiles of her cherry lips, Shaping like the curve from her hips.
Yes! She's a dolphin's favorite, Cherishingly turned 21. A centerfold from an empty sheet Where writers jot from moon to sun. She could be the sunrise from the East, Made the dusk mellow where stars kissed.
