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he comes into the bookstore nearly every night

making all my intelligent thoughts scatter

though with the way he acts you'd think I bite

so, what the hell is the matter

I'm harmless

I just like him can't he see

Is he afraid and if so

of what could it be to me

Nah, he can't be afraid of me

well maybe he is

maybe his heart is broken

what heart?

maybe he's just very insecure within himself

maybe he just likes me as a friend

maybe I have chronic halitosis

oh, all the maybes could go on and on and still

never end

why do I like him so much

he's not terrific in bed

though this I do not know as of yet

I mean its only been three weeks

with two dates squeezed in

since we first met

still, I'm just plain crazy about the weiney head

all I can sit and think about is John, John, Oh John,

I must be out of my  loving tree

why I bet he never thinks of me

except maybe when he has indigestion or has to potty

that sounds so terribly naughty

I wish I held some special interest for him

but I suppose he'll just continue to be my friend

while I slowly go out of my little mind..............

(written Sept.17,1988)