Rings On Her Fingers

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Listen to this article read aloud:
Here is a poem about a girl I once met. It is a short poem, ... but she was a short girl!

 

She had rings on her fingers
And rings on her toes
There was one through her navel
And two through her nose
From her ears they dangled
And as you can suppose
There were rings other places
That I cannot disclose

- Jim Ivy,  May 2020 

 

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