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I’ve doodled hearts on a page
when I wrote his name down.
I can tell you how he tastes.
But it’s sure sweet candy,
how he loves and hold on
to someone like me.
Doodle a little number
without writing down
the things he’ll never do.
I could fall right back
into his arms on a Tuesday
if that brings me back closer
to home with him by my side.