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End of a Busy Day
She sneezed and giggled and pardoned herself
And blushed the way she should;
She stood on the curb till the light turned green
Because she knew it would;
She shook her finger at smiling boys
. But none of them understood;
She went to bed only with thoughts
And the thoughts were always good.
She walked her way to work each day
Since cars have too much chrome;
Pleasure merchants caught her sneer
'For pushing froth and foam;
She pitied these people their tangled up lives
. Refusing 'her offer to comb
As through a world of immutable stone
The feather floated home.
Max Dixon
