She had small almond eyes
A smile so bright so shine
Emerging inwardly out
Sensitive spirit what's up she was about
And earnestly
This behooves me
She's a classic
A genuine old soul
Who Grace is has been here before
She's somebody daughter
No she never been nobody's son
Oh! But brother you best not mess with her you best better flee
you better run
She had thoughts of Camilot and Camaroon
She dressed to the nine and sevens too
Just a plain ole Jane yet she is if somebody's daughter
Such a sensitive spirit what's up she was devout
You couldn't just talk nice to her you had to shout
She's somebody's Daughter no shame never been nobody's son oh but love you that's not mess with her because you see She carries a concealed gun
3/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
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