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Sep 2015
She threw a peanut at my head
She aimed for my back
But her aim was too good
And strength, she never lacked

I remember the night I first held her hand
She gave me a compliment, I gave her a poem
I gave her my hand, and she gave me a hug
And I grinned like a ******* all the way hoem.

Our second date, we watched the sky
Blankets from my friend, about three loads.
We lay there, laughing and talking
I wanted to kiss her, but I froze.

I gave her some words on a post it note
I supposed it a hint for her to see
The ending says I'll kiss her, given the word
My silent cry, saying kiss me! Kiss me!

A friend of mine said I was lucky
He's jealous, because she's a great person
And of course I agreed, because I knew.
That's why I asked her out.

The first thing that pops into my mind
When I think of her is her smile.
Not just her smile, but a certain smile
The one she gives when she cares a mile
Stephen Wolfe
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Stephen Wolfe  Wisconsin
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