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For A Dancer
JH (January 4,1931 / a citizen of the world)

For A Dancer

Sad little face
Sad wide eyes
the nymph of you
belies your womanhood.

Ah, that I could by magic means
flower that within you unfulfilled -

But I am just a poet
writing words
released to air
like fledgling birds.

The strong survive
The weaklings die
Sad little face
Sad wide eyes.

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One of my all-time favourites Jerry. Beautiful picture. Beautiful girl. love, Allie xxxx
and i'm slowly, but surely— finding the right words to every possible situation. ....(this touched my spirit, keep on, sjg)