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Dec 2012
You might Say he’s weird,
Well  then he’s my kind of weird,

You Might say he’s a dork,
Well He’s my dork,

You might say he talks a lot,
Well I love to just listen to him,

You might complain he ignores you,
Well he’s doing it because I am his one and only,

You might say he’s not good looking,
Well I love him because he is cute,

You might say he lacks any fashion sense,
Well I love the way he looks in those ripped up jeans,

You might think his hairs too long,
Well that’s the hair I love to play with,

You might say he’s not very smart,
But it’s the way he looks at life that’s caught my heart,

You might say he thinks life’s a joke,
Well it’s that humour that keeps me from going insane,

You might wonder what I see in him,
But that’s exactly it…
Everything you don’t!
Lesley Rautenbach
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