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Quite fancy, it was, How the British call their crush, Like a friend said, I do fancy her, But like, as I say, would be a better term, But best is her obvious beauty, Sun-kissed and hugged by her country's pride, Hugged, was the thing I wish I cold do, But alas, only a wish was the only thing I cold do too, Like a common teenager, I fawned for someone I barely knew, But with days just passing, It felt like months and years were due, With her time was just another word in the dictionary, Just like fancy, I wish she did too.
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
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Quite fancy, it was, How the British call their crush, Like a friend said, I do fancy her, But like, as I say, would be a better term, But best is her obvious beauty, Sun-kissed and hugged by her country's pride, Hugged, was the thing I wish I cold do, But alas, only a wish was the only thing I cold do too, Like a common teenager, I fawned for someone I barely knew, But with days just passing, It felt like months and years were due, With her time was just another word in the dictionary, Just like fancy, I wish she did too.
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
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