At The High Museum - Poem by Richard Stilwell
Look at me,
Which way do I go?
They take my breath,
I get dizzy,
And turn to go,
But I cannot,
So I turn back.
Where I came face to face with her,
The perfect picture of composure,
She is too beautiful,
I lose composure,
And walk past__ only to,
Have it happen again.
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