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Feb 2019
When we met in 1985, this is where you caught my eyes.
You were 17 & me 14 then, with your eyes on the older men.
I knew I did not have a chance on that day.
So, I crossed my fingers so chance my play.
35 years later as life marched on.
You were like a fawn once far far gone.
I found you again, so I asked you out.
You said yes without a doubt.
In my eyes you are still that fawn like teen.
I am lucky enough to go out with, in 2019...
Written by
Jon Hoover  48/M
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