He had gotten a haircut; washed his suit.
He smelt nice, felt great and looked particularly cute.
Checking everything fit, he smiled in the mirror,
And spin around just to make sure.
He answered his phone heading out the door.
It was his friend, “Listen…no one is going out anymore.”
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
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