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Cup of Joe
If you asked me
to tell you the exact moment I lost my
innocence
I’d be hard pressed.
But,
I remember a girl,
in eighth grade,
who I barely knew.
Her name was Danielle Cofee.
She was remarkable, and looked like
Joan Jett,
to me.
I wanted so badly
to tell her;
but, she was a burnout,
and I was a jock.
Her stepfather shot her,
and I found out about it,
like everyone else,
in fifth period, from Principal Macintyre.
Twenty years later,
I still think about
how damn beautiful she was,
and what a coward
I used to be.
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