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Sketch I
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met with
the immigrants' daughter
in study room "a"
she still
dots her i's
with hearts
and
she sings unafraid songs
for the audiences
in her heart.
all the bitternesses
in her life
have passed like water
kicked up by passing trucks
so
every moment she breathes
is a joyous moment aloft.
dearest reader
note that the man
who wrote
this poem
both
envies and
loves her
for this.
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