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A Map of the Past

Agnes A would often sit at her garden table
As the air became warm in the emerging hours
She would drink cinnamon coffee from a bright earth mug
And think of her guitar heroes both alive and dead
Unlike other girls her hair was jet black and cut quite short
She had a nude likeness of herself tattooed on her arm
And wore vests with explicit poems written on them
But she drew the line at piercings as she had many allergies
She was much liked in the small village where she lived
As she walked dogs for free along the many coastal paths
On Sundays she would attend Mass in the small stone church
And dream of holding the Virgin naked in her arms