I love the name of Jemma,
It dances and it sings;
It speaks of beauty, tender love,
And days of long ago.
It has no age, no time and place,
The shape, the form, the bearer wears,
Forever un-germane.
How sweetly rhymes the Jemma name,
What stories it inspires!
Wrapped in dreaming mystery,
Draped with feedback secrecy
It reaches down to touch the soul
And darkling thoughts are swept away.
How pure the Jemma e-mails are.
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