A man looked at me and asked me for my age
What good would this knowledge do if he still wouldn’t have behaved?
I glared at him and he seemed to take offense
My darling face and piercing eyes, he knew I was too young
Curls rolled down my blush red cheeks
He stroked my hair and said
“Sweetie why are you afraid?”

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