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[aid] => mick
[title] => Who Was He?
[time] => 2005-11-19 16:44:11
[hometext] => This really did happen to me...The joys of hakiesack
[bodytext] => Out in the dark The cold nipping at my exposed skin I try so hard To bounce that little beanbag Off of my foot Without dropping it "One...two...dang! I missed again" A siver runs down my back As I hear his voice from behind "You are trying to kick it up too high." I turn with a blush I hadn't noticed him Leaning leisurelly against the pillar He walks over Grabbing my hackiesack He kicks it up profesionally He kicks it back to me and I catch it with amazement I smile as he walks back inside He had been watching me The whole time I was trying A blush spreads over my cheeks Not from embarrasment this time But from joy My eye sight was poor that night My contacts somewhere on the ground in my room So he was blured I don't know who he was Or why he was watching me so But it was like a movie A girl trying something And failing miserably A guy comes and helps Thus, the romance begins I just met my prince charming And I couldn't even see him I guess though One day I will meet him again Hopefully I'll be able to see him Becuase I want to know With all my heart and soul Who was that man That taught me how to play Hackiesack [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 2 [informant] => CrystalTearsOfPain [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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