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Capital Girl

She is my capital girl…
She’s on the other end of the line…
When I want her on the other side of the room.

She has already spoken volumes…
Of life, love and everything in between…
Between the ‘whatever and the what not.’

As she speaks to me…
I can feel pages of my very own book…
Begin to open up…
For all the world to read.

I keep pages of my book…
Folded in my pocket…
For that eventual meeting…
With my capital girl.

She already knows what is on those pages…
But it is something that is better to have…
Then to have thought about…
Or talked about.

Being as far away as she is…
She somehow has managed to be…
Special.

It’s amazing how the mind wraps around…
The goodness of someone else…
Around and around…
‘til the heart has seen all the boundaries.

She continues to amaze…
As looks inside her…
And I poke my head around…
To take a little peek.

She has a simple grace…
That slides along the path…
Not leaving a footprint in the snow…
No one even knows I have…

That capital girl.

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