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Aug 2016
Her white dress
Though it is patched
In several places
White it was
Clean it was
Out of dirt
Her smile innocent
Simple it was
But a great story
Hidden in her eyes
Diamond like blue
Her eyes owned
Blonde her hair
Remainings of hay
Among her hair
But it matched
Blonde to blonde
Her hair too
Looked like a
Bunch of hay
Which is tied together
She
Who kept sitting
Near the haycock
With an empty look
In her eyes
May
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