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04/13/09 |
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Isabelle in 1918 She glances sideways,Looking deep into her future.How could she know at eighteen?A girl from the MidwestWith a wild streakWho ran away to ChicagoAnd bobbed her hair.She reveals herselfIn the uneven stitchingAdorning the neck of her dress.Triangle embroideryPointing downwardTells of a life unravelingAs she looks away.
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