A boys heart
A boy I don't know and will never meet
Without his heart I can't use my feet
To walk skip run and jump
I'd be laying there as a lump
Though we met not his heart is mine
If not all my family would begin to whine
Without this heart grow old I would not
Nor would my stomach ever feel a knot
Or butterfly's from anxiously awaiting
Yet alone reach the age for dating
So I thank this boy that I will never meet
For allowing me a chance to use my feet
And use my feet I will
To get me places to do goodwill
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