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|I wrote a short poem once in college, had a child psyche class and assigned a little girl to study named Helen, she was so cute! this is about her :-)|
Helen, nee of Troy?
Muses on some boy
Pulls a dirty sock up around a knee
Where shall sit, someday, perhaps
A child, or two, or three...
For Yea, the Lamp of Passing Time is Lit!