Happy,
cheery,
steady as she goes,
a constant person,
everyone knows.
Blissful
in her,
silent ways,
but still powerful,
often in a daze,
Truthful yet,
so able to,
lie,
always has an,
alibi.
States the obvious,
yet keeps the truth,
doesn't distort,
what she knows is true,
pulls it together,
when she's falling apart.
Yeah,
and that's just the start.
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