The Girl With The Colourful Socks


This particular girl with colourful socks,

And her golden hair, golden locks,

Her sea-green eyes, her delicate jaw,

Her faded freckles, I saw,

Her pink cheekbones evident and beautifully shaped,

Not a single thing about her was misshaped,

Sat way ahead of me in the bus,

Her soul radiated colours that I can forever discuss,

In a world where everything was grey,

She stood out like a sore thumb in such a lovely way.

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