She is the wisest type of innocence that I have ever known,
she is the kind that makes a smile on you when someone says her name,
she is just nice to be around,
but, you can't take her for granted...
Because, suddenly out of nowhere - - -
a tiny little utterance and your jaw is on the floor!
She plays the unexpected source,
like Doyle Brunson plays two fives,
when he KNOWS youv'e got two fours !
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