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Bright and sunny attitude
Were her traits, fault I could not find
As I recall her not reciting, instead
Mirroring beatitudes.

Who knew the journey she took?
Beneath the cheer in her eyes and congenial smile
A low cloud lie
Which should have one take a hard, second look.

Doesn’t go always her way this weather
But I guarantee you,
No matter what the odds are,
To try and to defy her motto, more than ever.

She’s been spat by rain,
Washed by a downpour, blown away by a gale
Yet she stands tall (all five foot and two)
As she continues to outdo and, hopefully, eventually, reach a breakthrough.

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