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It's in the Jeans

There will no friction
between us anymore.
Only everything from holding hands,
to dancing to music's galore.

To my surprise
our best times are when
I wear my faded jeans-
that's when my heart starts caving in.

We're skippin' rocks, 
my heart skips a beat.
The only thing that's not skippin'
is you seeing me.

Has there been a spell
cast upon me?
What makes me feel this way?
It's magic, and it's in the jeans.

Not ever will there be 
one extraordinary day
where I wear those jeans,
and not be grateful in every way.

There is something in the jeans,
and it's messing with you and me.

By: Addie Thornton
Contest: IT'S IN THE JEANS
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud

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