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I signed up for the class, because of her

not long from the halls of academia

her golden red hair shimmered in the light

as I sat imagining her in more scant attire.

Many nights of fantasy, morning of erect

attention passed; I did as well.

The last day of class, she pulled me aside,

“I need a T/A next fall,” it hung there.

The next year, I was sitting by her desk

she like mini’s, she had the legs for them.

Two years at her side, attentive

to her every move.

Senior year, she stopped me in the hall;

“I need help moving, would you mind?”

Saturday, I arrived; boxes and furniture

wine and the Beatles;

and her fiancee.