Wonderful Girl Poem by MAHAMMA ADRIANNE

Wonderful Girl



I intend not to go downhill
And with me was a baby girl

Who speaks not tirade, but words of hope
And smile she does like the Rose

That smells something of worth
But hope it brings lots of mirth

As I intend not to take ill
Whilst I was with the baby girl

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