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[aid] => mick
[title] => Requited At Last?
[time] => 2005-02-20 22:07:35
[hometext] => This one's a little more modern and more straight-out than my other poetry. If you are confused, this happened at basketball championships.
[bodytext] => He laced his fingers through mine As he ran to his winning team. I know I could have fainted when I saw his dark eyes gleam As they stared at me all the time He didn’t have the ball Like hearing him yell my name Through his romantic drawl. “But you just like him because he’s hot,” Is what everyone tells me. But I truly see something inside him (But they’re right, he is a hottie!) I swear, if he does like me, Then I may fall down and die! But I’m not dead yet, and he just may, Judging from what he implies. Or maybe he’s staring at someone else, But that really doesn’t seem right Because it was my fingers that he laced That beautiful, victorious night! [comments] => 0 [counter] => 262 [topic] => 2 [informant] => cheerchix06 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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