Lucy dug out an old light gray cotton miniskirt that had shrunk on Shari in the wash. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. But if he starts a long jog, his name is Dennis.
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