The Reluctant Model
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She said her name was Raven,
With hair as black as that bird.
She was a noisy girl, and from
A mile away, she could be heard.
She wanted to be boho,
She fancied the artsy crowd.
Photographers and painters, they
Did tolerate her praises loud.
A budding artist, name of Mick
Decided he would sketch her
She took off running, like a shot
So first, he had to catch her!
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