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Miss Mayberry
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Poetry There she was sitting on a log
Saw her there when I was out for a jog
I stopped by her side to catch my breath
Her beauty was like being injected with meth
Her eyes green and lips like cherry
She said how do you do friends call me Miss Mayberry
Her name rang like beautiful bells in my ear
I wanted to stand to the heavens and cheer
She asked me to join her to watch the sun set
She told me she was glad that we had met
Few hours past and the sun was gone
We stayed there talking until the brake of dawn
