...And Her Noble Name Is Carol Brown
We are not from the same race…running a race
She’s got golden grains and guts with God’s grace
Her name and game flows like fame in her face
...her pen, pad and poems are has gotten a pride of place
We are from different races and realms of reality
Yet I crave her courtesy and colors of creativity
Every time I roam in her sights and sound city
I praise her proud pen and her art and alacrity
We have all got pleasant, passionate pages
Yet her sacred scripts are signed by sincere sages
Her poetry pictures are perfect packages
That earns her wealthy and wonderful wages
… and her noble name is Carol Brown!
She is a creative queen with a courteous crown,
She gives all her poetry princesses a gorgeous gown
And trains her poetry princes never to fear or frown.
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