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by Shelby M. Forrest Hey, little Missy Marisa Pooh I have a special poem for you Now that you've reached the age of six With lots of kids at school you'll mix. And although I have not been told, Your hair is either brown or gold. Oh my, I take back what I said It could be also black or red. Your eyes are blue or brown or green. The prettiest eyes that I have seen Whatever the color I really don't mind Because, you see, I'm color blind. You like to play with your little pal Allison is the name of this gal Before the mirror you primp and prance Preparing for your ballet dance. Now I don't know you very well, Marisa Pooh, but I can tell That without looking I can see How very special you must be. |
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