Quietly, she sat sketching tomorrow's visitation
Blue skies gathered outside the windowpane
Copper colored tulips beside a cobble stone lane
A dress of blue gingham, a scent of elation
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They would speak of childhood's halcyon days
With fingerprints of memory deeply embedded
A leafstorm of yesterdays, now neatly threaded
Into paper doll families and backyard clichés
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Would he recognize the old clapboard house?
The man with a mind equated to an apotheosis
His museum of words could induce hypnosis
While commonly discussing his' tufted titmouse'
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She placed the quill to the waiting creation
Silently, she'd kept him wrapped inside her mind
A living book of intelligence, the presidential kind
He walked unequaled, meriting arrant admiration!
