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Let me tell you some some bout my girl Wendy.
She a little short with a very loud laugh
Reckless,wild with a peach of immorality
Pride coated with class and elegance
Graced with flawless beauty
Spontaneous,mirthful and a classic intellect
She is what you and I call sugar.
But that’s just a perfected picture in the frame.
Concealed are the bruises of wars fought
Open wounds lay in secret places
Sorrow loss and sadness deeply rooted
She is a glass broken too many times
Sugar coated with spice.
Someday somebody will mark that girl
Put a ring on her finger
Make home out of her house
Children in her belly
Someday somebody is gonna own that girl.
I pray he will be fine a match the much she is worth.
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