Her face was full of freckles, not a spot was bare,
on her nose, chin and cheeks, speckles everywhere.
Sprinkled on her eyelids, tossed across her brow,
even dancing down her neck — Is she all covered now?
Dots ran from her shoulders, and stopped on every toe,
they perched upon her kneecaps — Where else could they go?
I thought the wide white smile was the only space on Ruth,
but the last time that I saw her she had a freckle on her tooth!
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