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I lift my head to look at
you but you were
already looking at me
Was that little
glance toward
me on purpose?
Hopefully you understand
me when I talk
because I sure don't
I love catching you
smile even though you
think I didn't see
I wonder how much
a cloud weights? 1,000
pounds or nothing at all.

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