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May 10, 2004 09:59

ani did this new poem at the Cincy show on Friday

it's nice.

a girl with the sun of her youth at her back
and the shadow of her womanhood before her on the stones
is approaching with a delicate *click clock clack*
her sandals full of toes that I suppose are headed home
it's early in the evening and up and down the river
people begin to gather pearls of laughter on a strand
and I thought my solitude would save me
it was pious
it was grand
but the monk that walked beside me
just let go of my hand
-Ani Fucking DiFranco
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