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Fairest SightThe fairest sight I've ever beheld... wasn't that wonderful field filled with flowers of orange,yellow, and blue,nor was it the majestic snow covered purple mountains of Colorado. It wasn't the shimmering green waterfalls that I once saw in Hawaii, nor was it the brilliant skies of deepest royal blue that I saw over the plains of Africa. No it was none of these my love. It was that very first time that I laid my eyes upon you. Because you are the fairest sight that I've ever seen. Donavon Scott Vinson This is one of my oldest poems. Written for Christina Matteson (May 2000). Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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