HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH

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COUNTRY POEMS

        

                  

    I see you every day in the hall.

    I think it's true, with you in love I am beginning to fall.

    I sometimes, just stop and stare, at

    you standing right there.

    I love the way that you play with your hair.

    I wish we could be in the same class.  

    I you, it's true, love to pass.

    

  I on weekends, wonder what you are going to do.

  I wonder if you have a guy.  That would make me cry.

  I think you are very fine.

  I would love with you to spend time.

  I think you are great.  I would love to ask you on a date.  

  All this time with you, I want to spend.  

I would love to be your boyfriend.        


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