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Walking across the streams and rivers,

Up the hills and mountains,

Down the depressions and valleys,

Following the prettiest lady under sun.

More than diamond spacklings,

She shines,

More than the violin,

She sings.

I am too talkative,

But to her I’m speechless,

I am a vendor,

But with her I’m more than lame,

 Her smile,

Turns off  the fire in my eyes,

For I can't stop smiling,

Wherever I see even her fingertips.

Day to day she becomes prettier,

As the candy she grows sweeter,

Yonder or here I’m with her,

As she is the one I love,

New she is every time I see her,

And so I say, no one like her.

By Benson M.