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I saw you last Tuesday, the 24th, and I swear it was love-at-first-sight.
You were leaving that coffee house on 15th and Crescent and I was waiting to cross the street. You glowed like an angel sent from heaven and I felt higher than cloud nine. It was rather windy and it seemed as though you had an invisible shield surrounding you, unaffected by it's harsh breeze.
I want to see you again.
And again.
And again.
You were leaving that coffee house on 15th and Crescent and I was waiting to cross the street. You glowed like an angel sent from heaven and I felt higher than cloud nine. It was rather windy and it seemed as though you had an invisible shield surrounding you, unaffected by it's harsh breeze.
I want to see you again.
And again.
And again.