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Your Heroine on the Hill
Some call me Jill, a jealous kid
I write rhymes for you to read
I’m Jack’s bosom friend
Our friendship has no end.
I’m not jealous at all
I save him in every fall
Like the incident on the hill
I’m strong to work on a treadmill.
I always remind Jack to be nimble
With smiles showing my dimple
I go with his wife once in a while
To share my healthy life’s style.
I give him pie every Christmas
And say, "You are loved by Jesus"
While pulling its plum with joy
He says, "Jesus, I’m a good boy."
Copyright ©
Len Gasun
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