I talked with you
On the phone
Hoping that
You were home
But you were
In your car
You said that you
Were going far
I wanted to stop
By your place
Just to see
You pretty face
To marvel at
You beautiful smile
The one that always
Is in style
But I'll have to wait
For another day
When I know
That I can come your way
6-3-08/RjH
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