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Mar 2013
On the grass field,
The sun shines bright.
The ball was being kicked and
I was behind the goal,
Waiting to be told
What to do.
Suddenly,
I felt something.
Something... Different.
I looked around until
I saw you jogging.
Up and down the field in your
Bright red shorts
And white, sweaty t-shirt.
And somehow I knew,
You were absolutely perfect.
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