Uribe Poem by Jacque Hardison

Uribe



Once, there was a girl named Uribe
When she walked in the room,
The guys had nothing to say
Her beauty was flawless, with a hint of perfume.

Smart and intelligent!
Her visionary was brilliant.
Uribe knew people who were ignoramus
And with their irrelevant opinion, it only made her famous

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