Here's
a poem I wrote a few years back during a period of longing. Let's
just say I no longer am.
I
think about it every day.
It's
supposed to be an amazing experience.
I'm
twenty-eight, and I still haven't done it.
Everyone
I know already has.
Some
say it's not as good
as
people make it out to be.
But
I don't care.
I
just want to know for myself.
Yes…
I
really must get to Nando's.
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