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Apr 2013
I swear to God
This girl made me feel like I was 11 again
at the school disco
back in *** **** England
asking for a dance
like a real gentleman
only to be given an eye roll
and a pair of freezing cold shoulders
She was standing over by the fence
smoking on a cigarette
looking as disinterested
in this party
as I felt
I asked her if I could *** a smoke
she said she didn't smoke
said that **** will **** you
then she took another drag
and blew a mouthful of smoke vaguely in my direction
well ****
isn't this a pickle?
because now if I pull out a cigarette
I'm going to have some 'splainin'  to do
but I heard the female folk sometimes
appreciate persistence
so fighters touch gloves for round two  
so what's your name?
I don't like guys who dress like that.
Whoosh Smack
it was a hay maker
I was down for the ten count
One last shot
did you know I'm from England
My Dad is Scottish.
well that was it then,
I was well and truly shot down
I'd just go and find a girl
who thought that my English accent
and my name
are "So cool,
just like Harry Potter"
how fun
Harry J Baxter
Written by
Harry J Baxter  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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