too much fun, too perky
too full of herself.
nothing
ever seems to be
undone.
rarely does she swear
or get angry
or feel blue
or get down
in the proverbial
dump.
and if she does, she
only stays for the very
briefest of moments.
she's too happy,
as if she knows the score,
has it all figured out
from top
to bottom.
i'll have whatever
she's having.
i want some of that,
pass me
the bottle of her faith
and fun.
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