Child Day Born Tuesday
Tuesdays are the child of grace you embody sheer elegance but no Monday face
but all is fair
from your shoes to your hair
fine porcelain won't pass
doll dear fragile
you!
are glass.
tap the rim of your style and it screams world class worldly weight on your shoulders bigger than mass
a figure to public they say you are
your neat fleet will sure take you far.
Oh princess you, I worry not so
you are a crown jewel with a humbling glow
water is vexed by the way that you flow
suprised you are not you already know
Your movmments move me your soul does to
shore charming beauty it's painfully true
you boldly stare they haven't a clue. if you were not born, what ever would we do?
So keet ur feet never ounced a whine so tenacious neat and focused inclined.
your meticulous eyes move I wonder
does your mind ever race like a roaring thunder you breath so calm like an ocean breeze
I yearn to learn your composure at ease.
Politics grace is you and your toy
chalant adieu coy is your joy.
Perfect posture and prudenty poised you like to have fun but in absence of noise.
Not raven nor lark swan song of the dark amplified dove you need not love
surly gold heart you're sent from above no guilt clean hand non short of glove
Defy the choas shadow there of
A swan as your symbol a dove as haste
you embody sheer elegance
Tuesday's grace
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