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Hilary Still Fibe and Mine

Hilary Still Fine and Mine

Hilary had missed the mild and meek;
Dropped out and no one would seek;
Is Still so fine;
Wish were mine;
When too early had meet her peek.

Jim Horn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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