BY CAROLE NICHOLS
Look at you, standing there,
Glittering, glowing in your gown.
Excitement dances from your blue eyes;
I know you're ready to paint the town.
Never have you looked more lovely
Than now, with the curls about your face.
It seems you've grown up overnight;
And your beau has taken my place.
You're everything I dreamed you'd be
And then, you're so much more.
It's hard to watch you fly away,
But I must let you walk out that door.
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