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About This Poem
The Perfect Woman
The woman sat immaculate
Fittings from head to toe
A beauty that can’t be described
Heaven on Earth below
She had a smile that can’t be beat
Her eyes can hold her man
What more could one person attain
There is no higher plan
If I ever saw this woman
I would worship her soul
It could be said that she’s perfect
Walks on the grassy knoll
Russell Sivey
Form of Poulter’s Measure
Entrant into Michael Smith's "The Perfect Woman" contest
2/7/2013
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