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Sep 2014
Today I met a stranger
He seemed really great
We sat and spoke for hours
And told me how to bake

In the next days to come
I sat at my window
Biting my thumb
Thinking about the stranger

And what would he
Have done,
We spoke about the sun
And how often he runs

We spoke about ice cream,
And even shared straw ***
The sad part of all of this,
He remains a strangers

For our names never,
Passed each others tongues
Lazlo Mehl
Written by
Lazlo Mehl  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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