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A Love Song - An Ode to

Celia Denman
Oh, how I love that eccentric woman
the way her hair rest so scruffily,
Her nose, pointed out towards me, screams, "I want no other man"
I wonder what it is she sees in me?

Her glasses, upon her nose, stare with a piercing gaze


Her arms are wide, outstretched, wanting a hug, no?
When I look up into her earrings, I lose myself in a maze
Do I wish she was more than just a measly old scarecrow?

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