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(by Francis Duggan) 

She sees things of beauty in all that she see 
And what’s beautiful to her seems ugly to me 
What to her is a flower to me is a weed 
We do seem so different so different indeed. 

The window of her soul is open to light 
She always seems happy and bubbly and bright 
And her type of person a pleasure to know 
For beauty goes with her where-ever she go. 

Of those who are different good things she does say 
And for to help out others she goes out of her way 
She helps out the homeless and those in dire poverty 
I do not know of anyone as great as she. 

And sad to think her type are becoming more rare 
For the poor and downtrodden she genuinely does care 
To the most worthy causes her work free time she devote 
Yet she is not seen as one worthy of note. 

A beautiful person with a heart of gold 
And surely her story deserves to be told 
Not proud of her beauty and free of conceit 
And people like her one does not often meet. 

(to MS) 

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