He asked me was it serious
I said I didn’t know;
But I needed to talk to her
Before I had to go
She lived just down the way
I met her just outside her place:
The breeze was blowing, as
She brushed the hair back from her face
I said, “Last night was wonderful.”
She said, “Yes, it was nice.”
The wind was flowing frigid
As my heart turned into ice
And I realized I’d been thinking that
This girl might be the one —
When she merely passing time
Inconsequential
Fun
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Well, we’ve all been there. We’ll all be there again. 😉
You speak the truth. Or write it, I didn’t actually hear you say it, I guess.
Ooooh I can feel the pricking of the tears in your eyes and the lump in your throat…
It kind of served me right, though.
Aww don’t be so hard on yourself!
Or a great name for a club…
Why not. I can be deputy assistant to the Treasurer’s janitor or something.
If it involves getting up early, I’m the right guy, so I’d say, yes.
By the way, you’re already my favorite president currently serving.
Got it. No jelly filled — will you be needing coffee, and if so, how do you take it?
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