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Little did I realize then

As I walked about my town,

Desire, kept secret. Warping my life.

That in the twenty stores.

The seven churches,

The schools banks, and bars.

And in all those houses

On both sides of the tracks

That there were by percentage.

A thousand or more like me.

But for quirk of sex

I might never have left My town

Another me

Would walk its streetsBuy a house

Watch children grow.

But quirk of sex

Has brought me far-

Miles and years

Far from my town.

But for quirk of sex

I might never have left

My town

Would I be more happy

Would I be as wise!

There was a spot

Along Connor's Creek Where the willows grew

Dense and shadowy In the summertime.

Country boys.

Half grown ami sturdy,

wam naked there.

And I watched them –

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Maurice Kildare

Dared to wear a flowered shut And a cameu ring,

And talked about opera And what was current On the New York stage, And said he loved Chopin And poetry and ballet. And appreciated some Modern painting

He was either very brave Or very foolish

To do that in our town When it was reported That kindly respected Reverend Jackson While attending a

In Baltimore,

Was beaten and robbed

In a dingy hotel

Near the waterfront By a young man whom He had befriended

There were some of us Who wondered