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Birdboy

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Mar 12, 2005
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I know this lady in the big city
Her hair, lustrous. Her face, so pretty.
She is bright, and oh so witty.

I know she awaits the day we met
No references needed. She did vet
And found me in good stead, I'll bet.

But she's different. For me risks are fraught
To go and see her, I really ought
Else she will think all was for naught.

For sure, I enjoy her company from afar
We write. We joke. Our laughter does soar
She suggests we should meet at her favorite bar.

But truth to say. She doesn't arouse
My passion, though her pics I browse
And read her reviews until I drowse.

What comfort to her can I say.
For magical words, I wish, I pray.
For I wish I didn't feel this way.

I know that I will disappoint
This lady, with wit ever on point
But my presence I can't anoint.

I know her feelings I'll hurt
To her I'm no regular Tom, Dick or Burt
But my true feelings I just cannot blurt.

She wants my time to spend
But she's an acquaintance. She's not a friend.
I know there's no relationship to tend.

Truth? I need no advice.
Because I already know it. Clean. Concise.
For in this world, all has a price.

She wants me near, for just a taste
But I wish my words could be erased
Too much of her time I've come to waste.

Friends, what more is there to say.
For I wish I didn't feel this way
But it's now time to slip away.
 
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