That girl

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love

standing in the corner
glaring at people with spite
talks to no one
if she talks its only to her boyfriend
she wears sweaters
even when it is warm
That girl

I approch her
she runs at me
she steals my hat
she puts on my hat
giggles then returns my hat
I smile at
That girl

I kiss her head
smell her soft hair
she settles under my arm
my girl friend is
That girl

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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