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Jade
A moon for a face,
Her green dress covered with lace,
Lips painted red,
Hair piled on top of her head.
Teeth like shining pearls,
Always smiling to the Earls,
When she comes near
People always want to hear
For she is Jade,
And she has come to serenade.
by Hannah Arvik
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