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Why My Daughter Is Kate

We knew.
We did have a clue.

So, in the stew
We threw

One heart saintly true,
One Shakespearian shrew,
To Tracey another flew.

And to form she grew,
A life somewhat askew,
At times to coo,
At others to rue,
An emotional zoo.

And finding we now do
Dread the eventual adieu.

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I like an emotional stew. Great lines. Gave ya a ten. Great poem. God bless all poets-MJG.