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oh, will you weep for me my young, pale, passionate

one

or will you despise my weakness when you learn of all

I have aspired to do and foolishly done

how can I, myself such dreadful deeds over come

give me but brief pause to hear my horrific tale

a tale of a green girl who once fell into the clutches

of ones who were nearly as desperate as dumb

you must at least try to understand my dilemma

benevolent male

for your heart around the world I would solely sail

pitting my meager strength against shore, sea, storm

and gale

now with that old way of life parallel to it

I stumble to run

every point put in my favor comes across on paper as

an unspoiled pun

the very memory of your sweetness to me is not yet so

old

that I can't completely recall 'The Tired Trail Of Truth'

which runs to your heart

stemming from your lips the words to me in which

you told..........

(written June 23,1992 am)