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Nov 2014
You visit me at work,
turning hard hats as you approach
the construction site fence.

the fact that they all know who
you are, is the only reason why
no one whistles.

I put down all my tools,
except that look that makes you
blush and cover my face

with your hand; a soft, sweet joke.
*don't look at me like that, boy.
you know what it does to me...
SG Holter
Written by
SG Holter  Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)   
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