Pearl In Sand of Marbles By Weston Gregory
Pearl in sand of marble
by
Weston Gregory
Its her eyes, its her smile,
she's a wonderful girl all
the while.
There's no doubt where ever
she goes every man wants a bly;
One set waits on the corner and
whistle when she's passing by
one's bold and step up to her
to tell her hi.
She smiles, glints her eyes
and tell them bye bye,
good nature'ly telling them
please don't try.
Where ever she goes she
stands out,
walking,
talking,
standing, she's a classy lady
that's why
She's a pearl in sand of marbles
she's the season, modestly showing
she's stable'
An essence of fragrant petal,
her charm is no fable.
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