All gosh upmost joy she much so 
has, kindly exploding out of 
her ice cream sundae heart 
topped with quips and smiles 
 
while spinning effervescent futures 
or singing laughinations out of 
I-dare-you presents or geysering 
forth with heartacious good will. 
 
From upper, inner wheremost 
emerges bouncing and penetrating she, 
who can jump a moon or be one 
without or with a cow or three. 
 
Breezy of soul, a dreamer of whims 
that go wham and ideas that go am, she 
and her wand zing out angel dust from within 
to make stiffness and topsies turn dancingly turvy.
 
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