To Paula
My daughter Paula is so dear;
I do love her no words can tell.
To roses born she comes so near,
And I say this for modest I am
My daughter Paula likes to play
When the sun comes under tall trees.
At times she plays till dark the sky.
Oh, she does bless my days with youth!
poem by Luis Estable
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