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The Pearl
Gazed into a window of gold,
Pearls and diamonds shining bright
There on a thread of gold
A perfect pearl in beauties sight
It was the perfect symmetry of love
My skin radiates its creamy gleam
Like the high moon in the sky above
Glows its round of soft moony light?
A smooth milky translucent dream
Beryl McMullen
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