She was a rock and roll cloud in the sky. I was a pebble thrown too high. We almost kissed, but as we missed. I saw my life go by. I was a pair of blue jeans. She was a bottle of Jim Beam's. We almost touched but as we watched. I saw we were on different teams. She was a maroon satin scarf. I was a blue ocean wharf. We felt the wind blow, but we would never let go- stuck by our own little scarphs. I was a black telephone. She was a mafia Don. We were connected by a ring, but we both got the string- that was cut by that old crone.
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