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Cavatina (Eye of the Beholder)

I never thought my Mom was very pretty-
the glasses ruled.
It was Dad we always deemed the stunning one-
the ladies drooled.

So tall with sea green eyes and wavy hair
he'd win your heart.
We all adored this playful handsome man
who stood apart,

and oh, so smart, he knew that Mom was first class,
her beauty shined right through the wire frames and glass.

by: Judi Van Gorder
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