She floats not walks in tiny little steps,
While every man breaks their necks,
Trying to get a look at her in her floral dress,
That makes her look like a Goddess.

She smiles faintly,
Says hi politely,
She watches her step, lest she falls with wolves
That’ll rip open her beautiful floral dress.

She holds her chin up,
Not with arrogance, but with grace
She knows she’s beautiful,
But it’s more than just her face.

She shows not talks,
Quiet but loud,
She teaches tricks to dogs,
And they’ll never again make a sound.


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