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Short, Imagist-style poem. |
| "The Girl" Her hair was a dirty blonde color, but shone a strawberry red in the sun; and I walked close enough behind her to catch the sweet smell of her shampoo floating gently in the wind. The ponytail bounced swiftly as she walked, thrusting from side to side to the rhythm of her steps, but alas, I never saw it move. |