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Different
~Different~
We have just met. Friends for a week,
and now, as we sit by a lake I watch her.
She has pad of paper and pen. She quietly writes.
I see her occasionally scribble over something
then replace it with something else. She is serious
about her creation. I like that. She's different
than the others. She doesn't bore me
with mundane conversation. Her hair just hangs there.
No make-up. No vanity. She's real. She's a thinker.
And then,
as she hands me the writing pad she asks:
"Does this poem make me look fat?"
reaction
the world is more sunny when you are funny