He spotted the lady
She had a neck like a swan
She wore a necklace of pearls
She was lovely
In her pnk chiffon dress
she reminded him of a lilies
Her feet were exquisite
Of bosom not abundant
This was Harold's dream girl
but he sensed she could be infected
Where from came to him that idea
Intuition, wisdom or what...
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