Her

by Damned from the Holy   Aug 17, 2008


On a yellow brick path where a small girl dwells.
In a blue ribboned dress holding her chimes and bells.
With her hair to the side which i recognize.
And her flawless skin and her brown pretty eyes.
Holding her banquet of flowers and skipping in her converse shoes.
Prancing in the cottage to cheer up the folks from highway blues.
The scene of tropical time, the scent of rain.
To grasp her in your hand is hard to obtain.
But as she wakes up in the morning and says hi to the sun.
Her smile so big and gleaming which i love a ton.
I don't think shes from here, shes a foreign one.
Just talking with her everyday makes my life more fun.
With an hourglass body and a great personality.
She works really hard and dedicated to her family.
As you can tell she is glorious as far as the eye can see.
I wont stop liking her for all eternity.

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