© 2016 by P Michael Biggs
There once was a girl
She was pretty as a show girl
She would swirl and twirl
Her curls
There once was a boy
In love with this girl
He found moments of joy
Watching the girl with curls
Her laughter was delightful
And he was frightful
That if he spoke
His voice would croak
And so he listened
To her laughter of gold
He fell in love
If the truth be told
With her lovely laughter
So good to behold
He wanted to spend
His life to the end
Answering that one question
Her laughter began
This poem is based on a quote
by Nicole Krauss from
The History of Love
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