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By Jack Joseph Smith
She knows you can't be a Spanish dancing girl
without knowing death, and so she has made
sure of that,, Adem and Eve, when they said
he was gone away with the wind from his son
Resounding I heard her walk down the hall
and say you stay,, like the rap around a dervish
I know she just spun it back, cocked her head
and walked away alone
Letting tradgy in the stars, tempting as it is,
is not hers, footsteps a song, cling and clack,
even with the hugeness of aproaching windows
she is gone
Way over the line
Best I have ever known