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             I Stared and thought,
             "How small, how strange, how plain."
             Details my memory
             knew so well and
             took so often,
             never stopping to retain.

             I felt a fool
             and yet I had to look.

             What I beheld
             I once held constantly.
             I guarded,
             trusted,
             valued nothing more.
             So what was most surprising
             was for me to see,
             as if I'd never seen before.

             Just so it was
             when I was months abroad
             a fellow Yankee
             flashed at me a "buck."
             I sat dumbfounded,
             reassured,
             yet awed.

             Just so last night,
             well-healed I thought,
             ill-luck stuck you
             before my eyes. 

             Too shocked for pain
             I stared and thought,
             "How small, how strange, how plain."

 

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