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Oct 2014
you are petite and pretty
and i am tall as
i approach the bus stop
that you will call home until one comes along
i want to look at you but
somehow i feel this might scare you
as i walk past
i look right across the street
i mean you no harm
paodje
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paodje
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   victoria
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