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Bob West said why are you always looking towards the girl’s playground? Looking for someone you replied who? Bob asked   A girl who gets on my school bus Bob pulled a face and combed his black oily hair is she good looking? Like an angel you said and peered at the playground across the way where girls were skipping or walking in pairs See her yet? Bob asked no not yet you muttered wishing you had hoping she'd come into view don’t see any point in girls Bob said putting his comb away in a top pocket wiping his hands on his grey trousers my dad said they’re only after two things money and babies steer away from them Bob he said you watched as girls moved about the playground each dressed in grey skirts and green tops haven’t you ever been moved by a girl? You asked moved? Bob said moved? Ain’t no girl going to move me he muttered spit hanging on his lower lip like a suicidal waiting to jump what’s this angel girl got that’s so special? He said taking out a handkerchief and wiping his brow I don’t know you replied and as you said it you saw her come in to view outshining the sun more beautiful than summer and staring at you.
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Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
OUTSHINING THE SUN.
Bob West said why are you always looking towards the girl’s playground? Looking for someone you replied who? Bob asked   A girl who gets on my school bus Bob pulled a face and combed his black oily hair is she good looking? Like an angel you said and peered at the playground across the way where girls were skipping or walking in pairs See her yet? Bob asked no not yet you muttered wishing you had hoping she'd come into view don’t see any point in girls Bob said putting his comb away in a top pocket wiping his hands on his grey trousers my dad said they’re only after two things money and babies steer away from them Bob he said you watched as girls moved about the playground each dressed in grey skirts and green tops haven’t you ever been moved by a girl? You asked moved? Bob said moved? Ain’t no girl going to move me he muttered spit hanging on his lower lip like a suicidal waiting to jump what’s this angel girl got that’s so special? He said taking out a handkerchief and wiping his brow I don’t know you replied and as you said it you saw her come in to view outshining the sun more beautiful than summer and staring at you.
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Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
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