Back In 8th Grade - Poem by Sandra Osborne
He’s in Mrs. Small’s science class.
Do you think he likes me?
Did he just look at me?
Did he just smile?
He is so cute, what do his friends say?
Well she is just jealous anyway,
I’m sure he likes me. What? Really? He Does! ?
He said that! Tell me again, I really like him too.
Are you sure? Well, he is too cool, huh?
You think he’s cute, don’t you?
Thanks. You’re the best.
So is he.
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