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Third Person
She lets the wind blow back her hair,
Wets her lips with a teasing flair,
She’ll give you what you’re worth
With her savior-faire.
She never cries twice in one day,
Always has a joke to say,
She knows how to please a man
When she wears that skirt, and walks that way.
She holds beauty in every moment,
Knows every act and scene of Hamlet;
People are seen for who they are
Through insightful eyes of her spirit.
She has goals not dreams,
Can see through your best schemes;
She writes songs without titles
But always delivers on themes.
She’s the coeval girl on top,
Won’t slow the day to stop;
She can speak with but a smile,
And laughs with her head up.
She’s frugal with her money,
Guys and gals are…. “hey, honey”;
She finds religion in music
And sees some cruel things as funny.
She calls New York her home,
And talks on a pink cell phone,
Her attitude is simple;
Love her--or leave her alone.
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