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nerve

You've got a lot of nerve.
Your eyes boldly meet mine.
You expect me to know who you are.
I have to ask for your name.
You already know who i am.
You've got a lot of nerve,
but i have thrown you off of your game.
My brown eyes hold your own.
We casually talk about our lives.
You smile the whole time, as do I.
You've got a lot of nerve.
But i do too.
As you leave, you brush my shoulder
oh so gently.
We are left with a question.
What happens,
when a hurricane collides with a
tornado,
oh so gently?



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sadesddThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Oct. 11 at 3:34 pm:
I like the repitition with the oh so gentlys. I love the question at the end too:) Sweet poem:)
 
merzi99 replied...
today at 7:25 pm :
Thank You!!
 
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