Staring at her,
Hard to eat
When holding
Hands; the
Jitters bounce
Your insides,
Like
You will
To her
When you
Get home,
Where signals
Flash and
Beams are
High until you
Crash and
Burn and
Sigh.
rjw 5/22/96
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