The day is coming to a sunlit end
Soon to pickup my bird the living end.
Shopping all day with her buddy too
Carol and Judy both a delightful view.
They covered Duvall Street from beginning to end.
Two bosom buddies closer than a friend.
They are truly the Creators finest hour
Seeds from earth's purest, white and red flower.
We males would flounder, wander and be gone
Never capable to add the notes to humanities song.
Of all Gods creations other than water
The greatest gift is seen in every earthly daughter.
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