Bobby Maybe
the loving shape, the interface,
the passion and the rapture,
a year ago i saw her face,
was too shy to win her, capture,
but she is in my dreams orright,
unreachable ironic delight,
we locked eyes, her love on sight,
Bobby seemed beyond my right,
so i have failed to catch her...
Don Johnson
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