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Guardian
by
Paul Curtis
She was only slight
And petite of height
Her complexion light
Her smile so bright
Her hair was brown
Her eyes looked down
She never wore a frown
But a halo for a crown
Her eyes were green
And her intellect keen
Her limbs lithe and lean
With the poise of a queen
An angel in human form
Protecting me from the storm
Her embrace both soft and warm
From despair I will transform
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