First Love

On my first day of class
I knew she’d be my girl.
Those dimples and her smile
And that bouncy little curl.

The other boys just melted
And turned to mushy goo
But I was sophisticated,
I knew just what to do.

On the kindergarten playground
I’d let her know I’d picked her.
She smiled and took my words away,
So I ran, but first I kicked her.


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