Her neighbors would never hate to see her
Beauty as she would never would like them
To be hurt by others, true great poetess
I have smoothly honored to write about
Ms. Heather Burns sincerely and honestly
Same rose at the peak of poetry mountain
In spring, summer, autumn, and winter times
Heather Burns is a blue diamond shines in
An exclusive way each time you look at
If you were preferring knocking, you shall hear
A poetic echo comes down to your sensitive ears
From the high green mountain, Heather Burns
Hearty beloved! Have these simple bare hails!
Words from your brother with his deep respect.
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