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poet/Reid notes:

This is a personal verse worked up from the description above, ---from the  bold font clues----,

I am inspired by this young woman, by her photograph, too, accompanying her self-introduction

 

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-A Sweet One-

 

 

The only girl that I can see now

is no rana, nothing coarse.

 

This sweet crumble of girl cookie

scouts around for the right boy.

 

"Junior Mint", I call her flavor.

I would buy her box, I would!

 

But I can't.  Am  tender-footed.

Just a Cub Scout without dimes.

 

Yet she would gift me sugar wafers...

Am sure she would! ...  if I were worth her.

....

 

Truth again defaults/descends me

low and leaves me in the dirt.

 

There I languish with the toadstools,

without graces, with no song.

 

Re Rhianna was this poor poem.

Re Reid/me: again,  alone.