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Ode to all tall dark strangers Across the table there he is How I yearn to talk to him What to do...What to say.. How can I be for him to see me? Across the table there he is I spoke to all except for him So...what are your hobbies... I finally said Movies, I like Movies he said Across the table there he was Now next to me I find him be Across the table was a stranger Oh thank God for tall dark strangers by Awilda Aponte June,2000

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