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Hi friends, Thanks for visiting my poetry page, you are more than welcome. I love writing, it is a form of escape, it can take you anywhere you want to go, it is your own imagination running wild, I write poems daily, they may not be always deep, some may be too deep, but its the way I feel at the time. Please come back from time to time and read some more. I also have a public poetry blog, were you are more than welcome to submit a poem of your own, for the World to read. Have a nice day. William Sinclair Manson. MY INTERVIEW WITH ROBERT HEWITT Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

MYSTERIOUS GIRL.

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He met her on the corner
in a street by his Town
a girl of no substance
a face with a frown.
He tried to get her attention
she ignored his every word
he didn't want to give up
looking feeble and absurd.
Day by day he stopped
sometimes for a glance
going out of his way at times
hoping to meet per chance.
Her very being enthralled him
never wanting anything more
determined to never give up
to even up the score.
But still she always denied him
she wanted to be left in peace
the mystery around her deepend
a jigsaw with a remaining piece.
One day he walked right by her
tried staring into space
her eyes were like caverns
deep black with no disgrace
The day had finally arrived
she vanished without a trace
was she in his imagination?
this girl without a face.
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