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By Jaime M., Cornwall-on-Hudson, NY

   do you like me?

I say,

with my crooked smile

half-hidden

by my crooked hair



I say,

We're all alike

inside,

I see you everywhere

and then the bell rings



and the day is over

so

I'll talk to you later,

friend, oh

and here's my number,

call after six.



over coffee I

ask again,

do you like me?

How'll I fit?

more sugar?



then you smile back

and it's not crooked

so I don't



return it,

I look serious and

brooding,

so that you'll think

I'm serious and brooding,



and maybe you'll write that

in your article,

"I like her. She is

serious and brooding."



I can see it now.






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