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dani's poetry and prose
What Can I Say About Suzie? Suzie
is like a cat trying to fit into a small, dark place, away from
all the ruckus. Suzie
actually bought a Barry Manilow album. Suzie's
mind works overtime. She analyzes most things, or at least files
them away for later. When
Suzie dances, she closes her eyes. She
plays the guitar. She intrigues me. When she smiles, she shines. Her
eyes can cloud over so fast, an umbrella is needed. I like rain. |