There's a girl beside a boy,
Nervous, awkward.
The boy doesn't notice,
he's in his little world.
The girl had tried to say hello,
But her own voice had failed her.
It croaked, she stuttered, and so it went,
But she could never say a word.
The boy had gaped and looked and stared
Seeing how she strongly hoped,
To talk to him and be so bold
As to ask him his name.
And so the boy, a gentle boy,
Held out his hand and smiled.
The girl is shy but shook his hand;
By this she gained a new best friend. ☺
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