Lunch date poem

wake up late, for our lunch date,

I spend time getting ready, heal my soul and my hangover,

it’s peaceful in the street, not even a lawnmower,

I head down hill, you up hill,

to meet half way, that’s the deal,

The sun, and my love, that’s how I feel,

When I study with you, the rest is not real.

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