There is a young lady named Val Who now I consider, my pal; Her poems are neat, Precise, and so sweet That she must be a heck of a gal.

There is a young lady named Val
Who now I consider, my pal;
Her poems are neat,
Precise, and so sweet
That she must be a heck of a gal.

quote by by John Carter Brown
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