I met someone today
Heard him talking away
Somehow I knew he meant me
Before I ever saw his face
He ran away when I looked
But felt bolder when a bit fatter
Momentarily distracted
When I looked up next, he was standing there
I fell into his eyes
Asking just one question
Once, again, then silently
But so completely taken
I could not think to answer
And he went away
Leaving me wishing to follow
Never even told me his name
So I call him Mr. Bushykins
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