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Marginalia

She used to doodle in the margins

She used to practice her own name

She used to smoke outside the front door

So no one could ever blame

A bad case of nerves

Some bad stage fright

Her eyesight got so bad

She never drove at night

Her silences were cruel

Her judgements cut deep

None but her own counsel

She preferred to keep

(How much am I like her?)

All the answers to

All my questions

She doodled in the margins