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Exchanging Words
Olivia McMahon
Let's be gracious and call her a lady,
or, better still, a girl,
stretching a point.
Why not a woman?
Because a woman's shapeless
like a Sunday afternoon.
A girl has a buzz,
she's on the brink of something,
anything,
a girl is fun.
If you call her a woman,
as a man is a man,
you're getting serious.
No, let's wait until she begins to look
like someone's mum.
Then she can be a woman,
or, graciously, a lady,
or even still a girl,
stretching a point.
