Dress Up

March 1, 2012
Jamie had a soft voice
Flowery and oh so very sweet
The men would listen all day if given a choice
Her quirky laughter and gentle lines a treat

Fine gold hair made her crown
Framing curtly her flushed face
Bright amber eyes that drown
Head held high with poise and grace

She wore a fitted dress
Of innocent blue plaid
Her skip like step not to impress
Except for the occasional lad

Once home she lost her flair
She folded away the façade of Jamie
Stripped off her dress and hair
And once again became James Lee.

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