Dear Leslie, there was never one like you
To make each day seem ever crisp and new.
In your uplifted shoulders, head and smile
Did morning see the glory of your style.
Her sun much brighter shone to watch you skip
Oh, glad assur-ed, to the front-yard gate
Where, swinging through with easy-handed flip,
You’d look at me with steady, calm elate.
The gate banged shut, the day began a-new;
The walk, the fence, the house seemed Leslie true.
The sun shone brighter, trees and flowers sprang,
There were no bells, but in my head they rang!
You, then, day-ringer, put hand on my lapel
And pulled me down to lips I loved so well!

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