Her long dark hair
And her sparkling eyes
You can never tell
If she's telling you lies
I carried her so long
But now she's grown
It won't be long now
Before she's leaving home
She's my free bird
Her wings can't be clipped
She my one of a kind bird
She don't live by a script
I almost lost her
While in my womb
But she's a rebel
And it was to soon
We all thanked God
And gave him his glory
For letting us keep
My precious Tory
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Mission Blue Poetry
PoetryPoems written from pleasure and pain life's lessens & little blessins lost love and shattered live's, broken hearts and stabbing knives. With beauty, love, sex and joy. I write for the pleasure of it. Thanks for reading.
