Camille - Poem by Barbara Stahly
Camille my niece, oh so witty,
she's smart as a tack and so very pretty.
When she was little I called her a brat
but now she's grown up and made up for that.
She's compassionate and generous and has a heart of gold
but still peels the skin off the chicken or so I'm told.
I wish her well in the days ahead love and laughter
and sunny days in oh so many different ways.
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