Her Other Car

For my friend, ?Jamie, who is beauty. Some wear it. Some own it. She does both.

Her Other Car
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She butters her toastWith rays from the morning sun;

She makes jewelry

With tools that sing beautiful songs

And she follows her dreams, riding a unicorn with wings

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