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About This Poem
Dude Ranch Summer - First Job, First Love
She mopped the floor
of cabin four,
and thought of the boy
from the night before
with the fancy pants
at the evening dance.
Was she his girl?
Was there a chance?
She’d played coy,
a china toy
he’d been brash,
a tin cowboy.
He lived up river,
made her shiver,
as cupid snared
with bow and quiver.
When he came to call
she gave her all,
unlocked the door
let down her wall.
In his depart
he took her heart
innocence pierced
by fiery dart.
A mournful cleft,
she felt when left.
She was torn
and quite bereft.
Through summer’s end,
she did pretend,
that her vaunted love
would come again.
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