Dhee Jhaye Magz


Superlative


She is pretty as can be,
And she is prettier than she,
And she's the prettiest
Of all the girls I see,

She is lovely in the night,
And she is lovelier than light,
And she's loveliest
Of all the girls in sight,

She is sweet when she smiles,
And she is sweeter when in style,
And she's the sweetest
Girl within a thousand miles,

She is nice in what she wears,
And she is nicer when she cares,
And she's the nicest girl
And I'm fully aware,

It feels good to hear her name,
Better if she feels the same,
And I'll feel best if I know
I can win this game.

Submitted: Sunday, July 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013
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