Lolita

		Outgrows the nymphet stage
		walks a different beat
		still into that 'power' thing
		must be the uniform

		Oozes toward my Acura
		citation in hand
		from the other direction
		yawrood a morf egreme I
		exposing myself
		with a fistful of quarters

		She stops in her tracks
		the showdown commences
		gun fight at the Back Bay Corral
		I affect my best Humbert stance

		Lolita blinks

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