Maine Poem, #4

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Unmoored in summer's embrace you appeared,

     a girl from away, ready to play

Your laugh rose and dipped on the breeze,

     I stopped what I was doing to listen

The weeks slid by, I drifted in your direction and

     one night at the bar I bought you a drink  

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I followed, you led, a captivating melody in

     my head.

And when it was time for you to go

     you drew me close, said you'd be back

Small consolation for that tiresome song

     stuck in my head