she could quote
from Dylan
either Thomas or Bob
and cook up a storm
when the mood was right
she knew the
phase of the moon
for any time of night
and would dance
to tunes only she
could hear
her eyes were green
and her skin was fair
but she couldn't
sing or tie a bow
and wasn't as young
as once she was
which seemed to be all
that mattered
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