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By frozencharlotte Date: 2002 Oct 18 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.18.16.42.23751]] |
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My eye catches every dart of red truck, though I never seem to snag your brand. I travel more the road you travel less, for a glimpse of the wave of your hand. Has your hair grown longer? Your heart been warmed? Do you think of me now? You know, I was charmed - the day you pulled up beside me, window down at the light said, "Fancy meeting you here" and I tore out of site; hair flying behind me, wind and music swirled, I smiled at love and thanked the world. Now I can't help looking, won't give up on luck, my eye still catches every dart of red truck. |