Richgirl Tueday Poem by Pierre Rausch

A superstar that knows her name, nice dreams simplified the game
She is known as Tuesday as Richmond daughter, a pool as beauty bought her
What nests in sweet decisions enabled, other mustaches in sources tabled
Other lips drank fresher citron, roams her countries thirst for Italians
Beholds long the hands in the face of black fighter
If destiny would lighten up that damn a bit brighter
Other lips drank fresher citron, under that roof other hair the morning run
From her hill she how the sun in the beach of her eyelids went to sleep
When will her land see again the full horizon pure of sheep