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A poem inspired by a trip to work everyday. |
| On my way to work each day, I pass such beauty my heart goes astray Her presence instills your attention so much, That you can't imagine what it's like for her touch, Her intelligence is rare for her life spent since birth, That you know she'll contribute to her life spent on earth, She carries herself with the grace of a queen, That once you've know her, it's perfection you've seen, To know her is a privilege you want for yourself, But to not share her beauty is a crime in itself... |