Upon the briers of LA
Little girl with golden hair
Cries
Father like J D Salinger
Dali loved Spain
Noble Spain with silver hearts
Your life is a painting
Abstract sky, clouds like Vermeer
Her soul twisted in the river
The world is cruel
She is like a vendetta
I am the naïve angel
She comes into my arms
She wonders who is mother
I wished I could give her a teddy bear
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