Mary Alice was her name
As fair as fair could be
Most wouldn’t even looked her way
The difference was to me
Her walk was rather awkward
Graceful not was she
Most would have not noticed
The difference was to me
She brought love unknown before
And filled my fantasy
Most never knew of her love
The difference was to me
Uninvited sickness came
She died at twenty-three
Most never knew she was gone
The difference was to me
© Robert A Evans
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My name is Bob Evans and I was born in Brooklyn NY in 1935. I left the city when I was 33 years old and moved across the country to San Francisco and now live in Texas with my wife. At the age of 84, I have a lot of stories to tell and one huge imagination. I have always loved to tell a story, write a song or poem, love to cook and entertain. I hope you will follow me on my new journey of blogging.
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Very nicely done Bob! So sad to lose one so young!
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Aw, good one!
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