There she sits, with those light emerald eyes, Hands folded in front of her, with a look that petrifies Like a little statue, frozen for all time, With a star like gra e, set in postures lines She intrigues and a !uestion, who is she really, "an she let lose, let herself go freely #ersonality, with a memora$le presen e, She%s a star, with a hea&enly essen e

$y Tim Thayer

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