To a Quiet Girl

October 5, 2009
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Walk alone, past the stone.

Find a friend, past the bend.
Run away, to go play

Hide and seek, near the creek.
Chase the girl, in a whirl.

Come undone, in the sun.
Hold her hand, understand.
Leave the wood, like you should.

Skip home, past the stone.

In the silence of the trees, what’s done is done.

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