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Saving Me For Later
despite frosty relations in the office
a snobbish reaction to my charms
I live in hope your chill will thaw
that soon you'll end up in my arms
I can't fail to notice signs aplenty
of you revising your adverse opinion
your eye contact seems improved
am I no longer a humdrum minion?
I'm sure you're saving me for later
delaying the better dish until last
merely...
Saturday 12th September 2020 11:16 am
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