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a poem by Genevieve

Sherry was sixteen,
Now she is sweet seventeen,
She believe in fairy tales;
A Prince with a horse-
Would someday take her home.
She is lovely and beautiful.
Her beauty, touches the heart of the beyonder.
Her tender touch reveals the secret of her beauty.
Like a stars, her beauty shines.
Her sparkling smile, her charming looks never fades.
Diamond! Yes, Diamond.
She is a diamond