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    I saw him from a bit distance
    eyes bright and blue..
    blonde, and tall, and fit,
    he said hi to me and blah blah blah
    i snored minutes later,
    oops how rude.
    wasn't coz he bored me,
    no it wasn't that.

    I'm seeing him tonight,
    i put on my fave plum dress.
    A bit excited for a first date,
    i'm sure ill have fun this time.

    I've seen him last night,
    looking classy nonetheless.
    He was all too much to take in,
    surreal, divine.


     I will see him tomorrow,
    again, from afar.
    I found out he never really liked me,
    wth.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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