Sarah Harris Poems

I was looking through the croud and I saw,
Something that no paws not even one small claw,
I saw someone who I thought I did love,
I thought this person was sent from above,
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The sun can't compare,
dull be her lips, but none will despise,
her skin be dun,
and her hair be coarse,
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He stands with the oak tree,
putting all his grace unto me.
Strong like the wind, do his hands caress my face,
bringing my to his heart, that one special place.
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