Monday, March 19, 2018

Are You Gonna Eat That?

My smile is my invitation. Here's intimacy. You want a peek into my soul? Here's all I've got. I'm shy, sometimes painfully. On the other hand I'm dying to be your blood brother. This password culture goes against my nature. You want my social security number? I'll give you that and my mantra for Transcendental Meditation, too. My locker combination, my most embarrassing moment and my blood type if you have any interest.

Oh, now I can keep a secret, boys. You just have to let me know that it's a secret. I wouldn't give away your social security number. 

The blues spend way too much time around here. I smile, though. That's what I do.

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