Sixty-Five

Exactly sixty-five years ago, June 1st, nineteen fifty-three;
Elizabeth had her coronation, as lovely as could be!
Also on that day in America, another royal girl was born;
The most beautiful in all the land, a crown soon her adorned!
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They named her Princess Melodee, dressed her up in the finest lace;
Long blond curls fell down her back, and framed her lovely face!
Each year she grew more beautiful, the lads from all the land;
Were smitten with her loveliness, and sought to take her hand!
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In college she shone brilliantly, the highest upper rung;
Her professors all were so impressed, great praise about her sung!
She graduated with top honors, then got her MBA;
But then there came a philanderer, she met on an ill-fated day!
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She fell in love so instantly, but for him, it was all a game;
He married her very quickly, to seek her wealth and fame!
Eventually the cretin broke her heart, and she ended all her pain;
Today, she’d have turned sixty-five, in my Soul my sister e’er remains!
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                                             My sweet Melodee
                                      You were a little Princess
                                       Your brother’s treasure