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Sally who's always sorry
For having little to no dowry
The synonym of agony
O, she paves her path; so thorny
Sally who's shy but dear
Always willing to take the stir
The antonym of fear
Is what she's been striving to gear
She tries, scarcely denies
Just to prove what courage lies
She goes, rolling down the dice
Alas, she'd fail, little to her surprise
Sally who is all for honesty
Not minding how 'tis quiet and lonely
The epitome of beauty;
Hidden, waiting so silently
Sally, hear me, darling, hear;
Move away from the mirror's rear
The motive of those tears
O, you shan't shed, forget thy drears
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryWhen she first felt disappointment in herself, she hid. When she wanted to step out and give it a shot, she took the step. When she first felt rejection, she renounced his presence. When she wanted to show her hidden truths, she spoke. When the butt...
