Joanie

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Joanie was innocent all of her days,
Only thirteen in her heart and her mind.
All that she wanted was all that she had,
Nor did she ever discover how bad
Illness could be in a ill-favored wind,
Even as she graced all touched by her gaze.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon



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