or at least younger than i am
now.
(how do we stop this)
i found
that the pretty girl
caught my eye.
shy or loud didn't matter much.
how
she dressed,
or who her daddy was,
meant nothing to me.
it was her face,
her figure,
her eyes most of all
and lips.
i was a shallow boy
then,
and why pretend, i can still
be that
way
at times,
yes. even now.
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