Voice soft as cotton
Falling on snow.
Eyes that sparkle
Like diamond dust, all aglow.
Such a lady is she.
Do we love her?
Yes Siree!
We love her smile,
Her eyes so bright,
We love the way she closes her eyes,
Oh sooooooo tight.
She speaks in whispers
A delight to the ear,
She's our precious soft and cuddly
Angel bear.
October 29,1986
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