The first day I saw him
he was cute.
The second day I saw him
he was fine.
By day three, I had to make him mine.
He didn't object.
He took me by the hand, placed a note in my palm.
I couldn't wait to read.
It said, "Meet me at three."
So there I waited where I always saw him.
We talked, we laughed.
He kissed my cheek.
Nicholl McGuire
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