The Boy with Sweaty Hands
My hands are almost always wet from my sweat
And I always find it so gross, but it won’t stop
Sometimes my hands won’t sweat because I forget
Then I realize my hands are dry, now it’s a flop
I wish that my hands could always be drier
But they can’t stay dry, they always get more wet
If I can not get that, I wish to acquire
Someone, a girl, who won’t mind all the sweat
The girl with sweaty hands is now holding mine
Don’t know what this is, but I think it’s a sign
I didn’t think this could ever happen any day or time
I am so glad that this happened. I can say she is mine
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