JACK
When he walked in front of her,
She can't help but to stare.
He's not that basketball-player- tall,
But surely, he can make her fall.He's wearing black tee with a cap,
Khaki short and a flip flop.Then she took a deep breath and made up her mind,
She walk straight to him, hoping that he's kind.
But she suddenly stopped
at her track,
For she heard a beautiful voice, saying "I love you, Jack!"##
- Rose Kim

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