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Astute young face, aglow Her hair from gold to snow Eyes betwixt walnut and coal What sly, coy secrets they know Her powerful glance doth sow an end to every last foe and the barest of smiles to show how strong she will one day grow
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
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Astute young face, aglow Her hair from gold to snow Eyes betwixt walnut and coal What sly, coy secrets they know Her powerful glance doth sow an end to every last foe and the barest of smiles to show how strong she will one day grow
clinton-arneson
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
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