A
Nonsexual Poem
It
was so nice to see
The
way it smiled
When
it walked by
Its
clothes shined in the sun
And
it smiled as it looked over
Although
their eyes never met
Of
never even talked
It
had something it liked
And
it wanted to know more
It
hoped to be able to talk
But
it never stopped walking
It
never slowed down
And
in a moment, it was gone
Expect
in its memory
It
would remember it always
And
it would be happy
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