A strike of lightning,
A braced smile soon gleams,
Quite striking,
Is Jaimee McQueen.
A rolling admiration,
Skating all around,
A girl of her own creation,
Standing out in the crowd.
Warped is her kind of sound,
While she colors away,
Glimmering eyes of deep brown,
Loving the color grey.
When she wants to eat,
Raspberries are her choice,
When I pass she always greets,
With her melodic voice.
Though there's still so much to learn,
To her my hand extends;
Like an egg waiting to hatch I yearn,
For the future when we are best friends.[:
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