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a high school
locker calls to me… slip inside your magic spell at a time when no one can tell muse, teach her to swim in the sea of
words and together,
let us build a circle… It’s
difficult to write to one you know Without
putting yourself in a boat of woe Of course you can laugh or cry at
this Whatever one will be your wish Really all I want to say Is when you walk towards my way It’s nice to see your pretty
face Because it makes my chemistry race And many times I have found I’d love to lay with you And hear the sound Of my successful woo But this of course is sheer
fantasy And we are prisoners of reality So for now why should we rush This possible or probable little
crush © 1974 Chris Sorrenti |
