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Apr 2014
I wonder what his name is as he sits and drinks his beer.
I wonder how old he is, I think of going near.
I wonder what his dreams are.
I can’t approach, so I just glance.
I wonder if he will notice me, as our eyes meet and begin to dance.
Amanda
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Amanda  America
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