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Thursday, October 29, 2009

The Day I Met You

It was cold and windy
I felt small and shy
You handed me your jacket
And I started to cry
You asked me what was wrong
And I answered in reply
"No one's ever been so nice to me,
As to give me their coat,
As if you knew I felt alone."
You smiled
And said you felt alone, too

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