She was alive, she laughed
She was compassionate
She explained to Joe what metaphor meant
And understood why Desiree
Had been so forceful so passionate
Joe loved it
Oh yes, he was so proud of that girl of his
He was bursting with enthusiasm
For what she had done
But still he gave Julie no details of just how
He had come across her manuscript
Before they both knew it
They were at their destination
Their table was scattered
With sandwich wrappers, crisp packets
Empty bottles of pop
Torn up bits of paper with little drawings
Joe and Julie...
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