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May 2017
He saw her first day
And thought she was special
Then he saw her next day
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next....
That day she saw him
And thought he might be special
But by then he was wondering was there anything special?!
If you repeat something too many times.... Special, special, special, special, special... It loses its meaning.... Meaning... meaning meaning... meaning...
An ode to phil kaye
Vani j
Written by
Vani j
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   anu, Kim Johanna Baker and Nylee
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