Those dimples on my little girl
Are cute just like a kissing curl.
But when they are upon the cheek
I know of nothing to compete.
They form when Dee Dee beams a smile
Which happens nearly all the while.
Those folds appear as if on cue
Enough to make a grown up coo
That Dee Dee is the sweetest thing
With dimples on her cheeks not chin.
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