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Her BeautyHer beauty is as the sun rising over the snowy mountain pass its as glorious as a thousand stars gently twinkling in the night sky or the rising of the full moon at twilight on a warm summer's eve and her beauty is as majestic as the pristine blue-green waters tumbling over Niagara Falls. Donavon Scott Vinson **for Margaret** Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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