She smiles when she's sad,
Laughs when its bad,
Bottled pain;
To drive you mad,
She waves hello,
A true delight,
Reads Thoreau,
And always polite,
She laughs at every joke,
Listens to their woes,
Words which should choke,
She swallow with a pinch of her nose,
She's the shoulder in which to lean,
The ear in which to tell,
No one asks how she's been,
No one asks
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