Lydia

Look at her

Her crazy hair,

Swooshing around

As she swings her head.

Look at her

Her flushing cheeks,

He's caught her staring,

Her face is red.

Look at her

Those funny eyes,

Looking inquisitive,

"When you gonna dance?"

Look at her

Skipping down the hall

With my friends,

A silly prance.

Listen to her

A comic voice

As she retells

Her mall trips.

Listen to her

Talk about all,

The words speed swiftly

From her lips.

Listen to her

Asking questions

Her voice ends in

A petite curl.

Listen to her

The shuffle of paper

Her folder begins

To unfurl.

Lydia, you funny girl.

The End

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