Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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The Marshfield Woman, Two. I had met her and her family during the hurricane. I liked her and, being 17 and could drive, I was invited to her Marshfied home; A 200 year old house of durable New England style. We talked and played with her children And she and I talked about many things-- Even though she was many years older than I. I had a feeling of love for her as the moments passed on. I was a young man with desire-- She was responsive and fulfilled my young needs for female companionship. There was nothing more. We lost touch, but I always remember Her attentiveness and recognition of me as a maturing man. Frank Maurer 22 January 2023 1140 AM