In blue jeans and a large floppy hat,
Charming as the hot, southern morn;
She hears songbirds go this way and that-
And scarecrows are still as the corn!
Scented Sadie softly, secretly, smiles.
Whatever notions could be in her mind?
Her pleasure in beauty radiates for miles,
Like the stars that twinkle, though blind.
Sunny Sadie spreads such singular spirit,
As the...
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