Secretary In Agony
I am secretary at work
I open papers to file
Each time I touch them
they whisper;
“I love you, I love you.”
On the way home I hear the echo;
“I love you, I love you”
At home they whisper,
“I love you; I love you?”
What should I do but listen,
and listen to mysterious sounds?
I love you, I love you!
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