Ex Post Facto

                                                      by Jay Archer Thorne

Lives there a maiden here in town

     Divinely fair and sweet;

I see her jaunty ringlets brown

     Each night upon the street.

And when I pass her girlish form

     So fine and neatly drest,

A wild and threatening fierce love storm

     Awakens within my breast.

My heart it throbs for her so strong,

     It gives me indigestion;

And yet I live the whole weeks long

     Afraid to pop the question.

And I can’t put this love to rout

     Not even if I shed her;

The only way to kill it out

     I think will be to wed her.

July 1, ‘92

Conn. Valley

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