Poem by Marie Bowe
Your postures not great, unlike your manners
You seem really nice, unlike some langers.
Gently swept aside: your golden blond hair
Amazing me as you plod through the air.
your neck's significantly far forward
Upon on your shoulders built ever so broad
You & Your body: breath-takingly hot
I could get over you smoking your pot
Ive never seen anyone so polite
To talk to you'd be only my delight
Just seen you standing straight and smiling too
Id love to talk to you, have you no clue?
Is it true you've a girlfriend? Hope its not!
Think Im a stalker or i've lost the plot? ? ? ? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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