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The Ways Are Many; The Feelings Are The Same
there are many ways to put it:
'she walked,
and all of a sudden,
I forgot everything I ever knew'
'when she walked,
all the men wished to be
the ground she walked on,
and etc. etc.'
'whenever I was near her,
the wind started blowing,
and everything was in
slow motion, and
it all made sense'
and
the classic
'when I saw her,
I lost myself in
the most beautiful eyes
I have ever seen'
as a poet,
all I'm going to say is,
when I saw her,
I looked into her eyes,
and it only took a second or two
before
Elvis Presley started playing
in my head,
and
it was followed by
an old man in my heart telling me to
forget her before I
fell in love,
but
every single time he spoke,
his voice
died down eventually
because
this birdie told me,
in the loudest voice ever,
to
enjoy the moment,
and
not screw stuff up.
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