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About This Poem
Interlude for In The Pines
She came from the village
One day's ride from here.
Though I'd only met her but the once,
She's stood in a corner of my memories
All down these many years.
She had that Fugitive look about her-
Eyes like a wary fox.
She would not add nor take from what she'd told me;
Her heart was full of locks.
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