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May 2015
She was beautiful in the mornings,
Fresh face, green eyes and messy hair.
She was beautiful at noon,
Excited and bursting particles of energy.
She was divine in the evenings,
Dressed up and in her prime.
But she was perfect in the evenings,
Trembling and all mine.
Sophie Elizabeth Bishop
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Sophie Elizabeth Bishop  London
(London)   
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