She sits in her garden
looking for a place that is wide open.
The sunshine is shining upon her
A glass of sweet lemonade to quench her thirst.
She comes out here to read and write.
A wonderful novel, to keep her bright.
A pen and paper to jot down words.
A sympathetic ear so she won't hurt.
Everything she writes comes from the heart.
Laughter and tears sometimes do hurt and make memories apart.
She tends to the garden and hums a beautiful tune.
She looks up to the stars and the moon.
Where has her prince charming taken off to.
Did he run off like the others, or has he been the only one that's true.
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