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written by: Michael Ball
On the ramp to the student union,
abruptly halting before me,
she stood, as my mother might say,
with her face hanging out.
Sometimes naivety and candor rule.
She blushed so deeply she surely
glowed red all evening afterward.
“I put your picture in my lingerie drawer!”
That was my student-body president snap.
Before I spoke or even grinned,
much less embraced her, she braided
herself into the streams flowing by us.
I never saw her again and she
certainly did not present herself
again to profess genteel lust
on that ramp or anywhere.