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She was Becky Thatcher February 17, 2016

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry.
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She was Becky Thatcher
every boy’s dream
the girl who is fearless
who could keep up
and who was kind of pretty
She would see what I see
know what I knew without a word
even without a gesture
and I could let her be like an equal
not some dumb girl who didn’t understand
who didn’t know what it was like
searching in the dark
swimming for your life
forgiving the stupid but learning
with every twist, learning more
She was Becky Thatcher
and I appreciated it more I guess
since I was no Tom or Huck
I loved her even more

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