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This poem was wrote about a guy that I have liked for seven years. |
| When I see him in the hall Even when he is playing ball I wonder to myself What it would be like to be his all His smile, his eyes, and his kindness Which is so very delightful Brings butterflies at the very thought Of holding his hands and wearing his ring But this could only happen in my dreams For we are of different groups Reputations cannot be broken So my heart will dream on Until something real comes along. |