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Mercy was a worthy girl
Who understood the bottom line
Courageous with her ways and means
Brave enough to disincline
Blessed with gifts bestowed on her
Much admired by all around
A most medicinal hearty laugh
Her smile mysteriously profound
Mercy was a maiden warrior
Withstanding every ardent stare
Would seek a most exacting soul
Her faith in more than her fair share
She knew how time was hers to live
To ride the clouds on borrowed bliss
Enjoyed the loops of highs and lows
Dismal days she would dismiss
Mercy played on serendipity
Spurred on by moments to create
Sharing love with natural packages
Which on balance would equate
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