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My friend Alana thought I was a good rhymer, so I spontaneously wrote her a poem…
Here it is:
I saw my Alana,
Sitting in the copacabana
Sipping on a martini,
Ehen she came up to me
And said, “Hey baby…”
I looked in here eyes, right through her disguise,
Into her heart I peered and I steered my thoughts back to the topic at hand.
That would be her talking to me, man…
I said to her, “Hey, you wanna get some pie? Maybe cherry or pumpkin?”
She said “Sure guy, whats your name..”
I told her mine, she told me the same
Our conversation was like a game..
Questions back and forth, from south to north;
Our conversation traveled around the world and back again.

When we were done with talking she gave me her number,
And said “Call me tomorrow, for now I need to slumber.”
But I saw in her eyes she didn’t want to be alone tonight;
She wanted to be comforted and held tight.
I said, “Hey, its alright. We can go back to my place and get some rest.”
And she almost seemed distressed.
I could see into her soul, read her mind,
But she left her drink behind and came back with me.

And that is the story about my rise to glory,
Meeting an angel in disguise
And a girl with piercing eyes
That still make me shiver to this day
Every time my eyes wander her way.