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Maryellen's eyes
I walked today from Park Street to West Street
about an 1/8th of a mile
in frigid Cold
Not far from where Maryellen worked
I thought of her twice,
the first as I recalled her hatred of Boston
The second,
as I noticed a sky that ran blue
further than I can see.
When I saw the first cloud
I remembered how her eyes sparkle
and how clear they are.
about an 1/8th of a mile
in frigid Cold
Not far from where Maryellen worked
I thought of her twice,
the first as I recalled her hatred of Boston
The second,
as I noticed a sky that ran blue
further than I can see.
When I saw the first cloud
I remembered how her eyes sparkle
and how clear they are.
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