My mind drifts away
whenever I see your face.
I'm really not sure why
and I'll probably never know.
I wish you'd let me try
to find the door.
It must be there somewhere
hidden behind your quiet beauty.
- Fall 1972 - one of the "lost" poems
P.S. Wonder whatever happened to the cute girl who sat in my freshman English comp class. Her roommate told me months after I wrote this that when I had asked her out she wanted to say "yes", but had not. She had attended an all girls Catholic school and had never been on a date before.
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