Her beauty is something to see. How graceful and gorgeous is she. With flowing ribbons of silken hair For the average man to approach he doesnt dare. Her smile is like radiant beams of light. Her eyes gleam blue and bright . But then she speaks and all is lost. To hear her wicked tongue is our cost Her beauty starts to fade away like the sun on a brisk winter day It falls into darkness cold and gray Like a long burning candle melting down She finally reveals her broken crown So maybe just maybe this beauty queen so we like to call Maybe is not that beautiful after all.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Feb 2014 06:58:41 +0000
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