He sat on the chair.
Close to the window
Snapping his hands in the air
So I rushed down to the handsome fellow.
We chatted for a long time
That he forgot to place an order
He called my beauty sublime
And I continued to blush further
Finally he asked for a cup of espresso
But i got a stern look from my manager
He said to me 'Call me Phil O."
And promised to be back to the diner.
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The Older Man.
PoetryFalling in love, Was amazing. Acting too tough, Was depressing. Yet it all went wrong, 'Cause I was played like a ping-pong.
