Natasha Poem by James McLain
Natasha
She helps me when I come.
Not only are you intelligent.
You have beautiful long hair.
Listen to me and do not cut it
as you are thinking to.
It shows you take time to groom.
Your fingers are as quick as.
Moving across the keyboards.
And your lips shaped as almonds.
I must go now but know this.
You are special
and she whom is my Doctor.
Treats you well.
Hello and goodbye, I see you Natasha.
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