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Dec 2015
Every time she talks it's like a sassy one eyed glare,
mocking my maleficence with those who are more fair,
he stares at her with wonder as I stare at him in vain,
disappointed with his choice when he is made for one true Dane,
a girl with beauty pure and sweet both inside and Deseret,
of a women put on earth to elope his dreary need.
Anna Eaton
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     Hannah Herriot, --- and Hannah
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