This is an ode to my beautiful friend whom I met in month of May at school known an as "Mayrace". Hope u do enjoy the poem

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Wonderful is the may

for it made me know this female

So beautiful she is, lovely and awesome

The real version of forever young 

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A singer with an angelic voice

A voice that can raise the dead

Your tears can be wiped by her voice

A voice that can make your day

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At the mention of her name 

There were stamped 

Many in high speed

Just to see her face 

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Her beauty can make

You lose your cool

Still, it can make 

Your tension to cool

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Her beauty can make you become a coffee drinker 

For you will loose sleep thinking of her 

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Thanks to mayrace 

For it showed me an Angel on earth

Thanks for her soft words, breaking bones

For it is a pull from death

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Her kind nature rises pleasure

For it is an antidote to blood pressure

She is beautiful beyond measure 

For she is the best from mother nature 

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I'm not a drunkard 

But my foot can't stand

For she shines like a candle 

In the dark dreadful battle 

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Lovely, kind, and simple

Brilliant, intelligent, and smart

She is a good example 

Of mean in moderate

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A voracious reader 

A mid-night candle burner

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Her beauty is so lucid

that even the blind can see it

And the dumb can testify of it

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Dear miss Jen

You are beautiful with or without caution 

For you are beautiful in all ramification 

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Mother nature gave her all

But robbed her of stature 

Her primtchumness(skinny) can make 

one look down on her ideas 

Filled with all sense of humor 

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Oh, how can I forget those eyes of yours

That can quench a burning fire 

That lips of yours

That can make one go gaga 

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Oh, Lucifer is jealous of your beauty

Your enemies are jealous of your beauty

Now God has made them guilty of their duty

Never to see your prosperity