So Rare
So Rare
She is lovely, all smiles and curls
Common traits of all pretty girls
Well dressed beaus hanging around
For silver laughter's trilling sound...
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Rakish manners, demurely shown
All vestiges of childhood gone
She's all lady and she knows it
Every movement clearly shows it...
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She's a lady of the proper kind
Meek of nature and sharp of mind.
Manners impeccably respectable,
Demeanor deliciously delectable...
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Not many men could approach her
She had the finest parents to coach her
On methods and manners and things
She is fit for the courts of kings...
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Lovely, all smiles and curls
All the boys hanging around
As they do with pretty girls
Simple truth, nothing profound....
SS
~~ 1-11-2015 ~~
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