Pretty and pink as could be

If only they could see

Her

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As flirtatious

As she was gracious

As worldly

As her hair curly

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She was fiery

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Feelings she left in her diary

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For she would be hung

If she was found speaking of such things

So young

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Or maybe they would cut out her tongue

And splash it with rum

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And interject

So she wouldn’t infect

The lack of respect

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That being more than pretty in pink

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