This is what I looked like as a teeny-bopper in college.
I have that dreamy-eyed expression of a young girl
relaxing on her Florida spring break.
I was not a painter that year.
I was just a party girl.
My head was empty waiting to be filled.
There were no cats or pierrots.
I liked to dance all night.
I tripped over my flip flops.
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