America Walking
A full year had elapsed
Since last we came to pass
Her whereabouts I possessed not a clue
Notably I took interest in the fact
That she now was working
At the venue whence first we had met
Those sandy, brown locks wavering
Accompanied by the most provocative lips America did see
Caused me to re-visualize assorted levels of elation
She was a walking religion
Yet fearfully she was in denial
Though judging by the way our eyes locked
Ultimately I sensed that still
Something was there…
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