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Bell Curve

She was tall
And she was lean
Freckled with
The Irish gene.

Quick to smile
Quick to laugh
At thirty-one
She joined my staff

For a decade
Side by side
Up and down
On every ride

A melody
Upon the staff
In the end
A Bell Curve graph

Books and movies
Songs and verse
Start and end
It's nature's curse

And that was that
The whole in half
No more freckles
No more laugh
Published inPoetry

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