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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By John V. A. Weaver
GEE, she’s sweet! So sorta eyes wide open
  And shiny, like the street-lights do at night
When rain is on the sidewalk. They’s a somethin’
  About the way her whole face has that light
Whenever she looks at me. It always says,        5
  “I believe in you! Oh, I believe in you!”
That face like a little flower, starin’ at me—
  It scares me! What should I do? What can I do?
I tell her not to go and dream about me,
  I ain’t no fine guy, and I tell her so;        10
She keeps on thinkin’ I’m just kiddin’ her
  And answers back, “You can’t fool me! I know!”
And just to think, that lovely dream about me
  Has got to smash all up some awful day
When she finds out the way that I am really….        15
  It’ll hurt her so … I ought to get away
Where she can’t never see me any more,
  Before that dream and all that sweetness dies….
But can I do it? Can I do without her?
  Can I stand not seein’ that lovin’ in her eyes?        20

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