Wednesday, March 29, 2006

He is a shy baby

Everyday he comes
to say good morning
and at five he wishes me
good evening

During the day
he finds pretexts
to dilly-dally around my desk.
He likes me, I know

But he does not know
How to ask me out.
He is a shy baby.
I am going to get him.

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