Anne Marron Rensel Poems

When young, insecure, uncertain of my worth,
I learned to hide behind a mask
Of confidence and mirth.
Pleasing, and equal to the task,
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When a night city
Tinges a lowering sky
With the virtual reality
Of a false dawn,
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The coastal belt is all most tourists know
In their search for sun, and sand, and sea;
The soul of Spain is safely hid away
Behind old walls within the centuries flow;
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I really cannot tell you
Which module I've liked best,
For one is like another,
Each is like the rest;
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