1 in a million
It wasn't how you carried yourself
with that fine straight back of yours
And it wasn't your bright intelligence
that just knew what to say and when
It was your rare warm glittering eyes
and the way they saw everyone else
Heaven smiles at you
Poetry by Telesforos
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Written on 2008-01-22 at 00:10
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