Sherry Painter

Rookie - 72 Points (Florida)

Walking Beauty: - Poem by Sherry Painter

She walks toward me in a blazeing glory,
Grace, confadence, power laced throw her long strides,
'God, so help me! ' I pray quitly to myself,
Her beauty's bound to kill me one of these days.

She's a walking beauty,
She's so hard to resist,
With her lond, dark hair, thats spills over, and down her back,
Her shark almand-dark midnight eyes,
THe colour of here sun-kissed skin,
And not to menchion a mind as refreashing, She was out of the ordinary,
And I loved her for it.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 14, 2012


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