She sits across from me
I don't even know who she is
She's blonde and pretty
With a smile of apparent bliss
She runs her fingers
Through mid blonde hair
I can't look too long
I do not wish to stare
Oh no, she leaves
I never knew her name
Off to soccer practice
For tomorrow she has a game
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