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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2011 Aug 31 Comment on this Work [[2011.08.31.05.25.11583]] |
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He was nice The boy I met in New York With sandy blonde hair And a rugby build We would prowl the city Together Looking for bars with our game (Big Buck Hunt... ha!) And we would drop oranges Into our Blue Moons And talk of Shakespeare Or sports Or music And he was nice... I liked him With his crooked nose Broken in a match Before we met And I think I think he liked me too But I remember also When I ran I ran from him The night he opened up We watched Romeo woo Juliet As Baz saw it go And then he took me to his room Though I'd been before This time was new He showed me the ties His father had worn Hung neatly on the wall And my body stayed But my heart Ran away Too much information Too much devotion So I stayed until the sun And never saw him again But I think of him sometimes And his father's inherited ties I wonder what would have come If I'd been brave enough to stay |