Hannah

You know how when you meet a girl name Heidi you expect she would wearing a skirt and long white sock and speak German. Well, I met this Hannah and she was nothing like I expected. She was everything I had hoped she might be. This is a testament to her mother, my dear old friend.

Hannah

How beautiful and how chanced to meet

A gem as sparkled a rose as sweet

No one so quickly has meant so much

None so young with that special touch

As I said bye I crave hello

How beautiful and chanced, I never wanted her to go

 

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