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By Jack Joseph Smith
Sight
She is the gold I'd seen In North Navada
There she was; a doubble take
Have I been to war and baek,
she would know better than I
How big is life,, when I had never
seen anything like her;
this beauty stays the same
Not in her muted thought,
for she just closed down
And there was a time, when a shaek,
or a eottage woyld be good