A Poem: This Girl Of Mine
I have two daughters. While this is about one of them, the name of the other could just as easily have been used.
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A fine young daughter, tall and fair, my color brown is in her hair.
Tanned now by summer, bronzed and strong. I'd know her sure, in any throng.
She's changed a lot, quite nicely too. Her mind has grown. She's not just "Sue."
"Quiet, courteous, diplomatic!" her uncle said, "No dusty attic!"
What will she be, this girl of mine? Time alone will tell, but now she's fine!
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