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...Calendar Girl…Calendar girl you are so sweet, Sitting there full of grace, A gentle smile upon your lips, And a beautiful shining face! You sit there in your glory, Your serenity all aglow…! Giving a feeling of warmth, That only I could know. Never a shadow passes over me, While I'm looking into that face, Hair like silk, cheeks like a rose, This calendar girl so full of grace! I love my little calendar girl, For she is without a doubt to me, A delicacy in all her glory, A cherub… a beautiful grand daughter to me… *** Olivia *** Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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