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Writings
I watch the blonde girl sitting next to me, Her purple pen softly scratching across A sheet of blue-lined paper. I wonder what she's writing. Copying down the teacher's words On President Nixon and the Vietnam War? A juicy tidbit of gossip Addressed to one of her many fair-weather friends? A "to-do" list reminding to call Lauren back And take the dog out for a walk? Perhaps she pens a break-up note To be delivered after class. Or maybe A poem About the girl sitting next to her, Wondering what she is writing. 
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