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This Girl
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This girl
who until that morning had been a virgin
sat across from me in the booth
turning the knob
looking for Bob Dylan
Her eyes lit up when she saw G24
She put in a coin and smiled
with innocent delight
as I looked on in wonderment
It doesn't change anything, does it?
No, she said. That was the secret.

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E. Sage
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Copyright © E. Sage
May 1996

...four poems in this room by Heather L. Igert...
i lie in an autumn pile of your kisses
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