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This is a poem about a young woman waiting for her date, friend, or faimly member. |
| She looks over yonder She wears a soft, delicate dress Leaving everybody to wonder She never looks a mess She wears a soft, delicate dress Her legs are bent straight She never looks a mess He is very late Her legs are bent sraight Her hands are ijn a loose fold He is very late Her look is getting cold Her hands are in a loose fold Leaving everybody to wonder Her look is very cold She looks over yonder |