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Who wove those petals silkier than the best Indian silk
Who perfected the curves smooth as China porcelain
Why any maiden's cheeks turn pale against my Queen Elizabeth
Whose touch turns any red Ladybug golden!
I am my mother's daughter, VeerajaR
Poetry:Copyright by ©2011VeerajaR
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