Once there was a photographer
And she worked in a studio
People went there dressed their best
Some may even wear a bow
She captured family photos
To last as a memory
And she also took pretty
Self portraits you see
One day a little boy
Stepped in for his photo
He was about five years old
And looked quite adorable you know
The photographer commented
“What beautiful eyes you have, my!
I really would like to know
Where you got them from child”
He gave her an innocent smile
And tilted his head to one side
“It came along with my head”
He gently replied.
So sweet and nice.. Your a great poet and so young wow it amazing me.. Great job Krista
wow, nice, nice my sweetie pie.Enjoyed reading this. Take care Hugs, Meggie
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow what I twist nice