Joanie was innocent all of
Only thirteen in her heart and her mind.
All that she wanted was all that she had,
Nor did she ever discover how bad
Is the world in the wake of its ill-favored wind,
Even as we turned pure touched by her gaze.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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