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There she was

Cute as can be

Laughter in her eyes

A smile on her face

As full of joy

As she could be

Snow white as her gee

Dark brown was her belt

And blacks would quake

Then she was about

With her to fight

Would make a man flee

Cold was her demeanor

Quick was her moves

Ruthless her style

Who would have thought

How could it be

This cute little girl

Made grown men flee