To a Girl I Know All Too Well
O chubby cheeks! How red and rare,
To compliment that coffee hair!
Dimples lined in wrinkles spread,
From ear to ear across her head.
Light reflecting in each crease,
A smile that has gave me peace!
The winning glance, the swift neglect,
That strikes me in her cheeks direct;
A sweet device! Those crimson things,
Encompassed by her smilings.
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