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Day 208: How I Met You…Jimmy

A stolen glance and nervous smile, Shaky hellos, through which you beguile. "Tell me about yourself?" you ask, And my weak heart did bask, In the glow of ¬†eyes so attentive, that they totally missed the motive. Pen and paper did align, on a slip of credit to be signed, Until I was stuck looking… Continue reading Day 208: How I Met You…Jimmy