Genevieve Pilat - # 49

There was a girl named Abby Clare
With a pure gorgeous soul beyond compare
Such a beauty was she and a brilliant mind
She really was one of a kind.

Everyone would say she stood out in a crowd
Her individuality made her special and proud
She had no label on her, she was quite rare
For there was only one Abby Clare.

There was a boy, doesn't matter his name
He was known for breaking hearts, part of his game
They say he broke forty-eight nothing special you see
Cause love for him was never a guarantee.

And this girl named Abby did fall for his spell
'Beware of this boy' her friends would tell
'For he is known to break hearts and he'll break yours too
To him you are nothing special or new.'

But Abby Clare believed she'd be the one
To change his ways and he'd be done
But to the boy his old ways were fine
And made sure Abby was number forty-nine.

Genevieve Pilat

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