You
I don't know why I can't stop thinking about you.
I don't know what it is you do.
I think about you in naughty ways.
I think about you night and day.
I think about you an awful lot.
I think about you in almost every thought.
I think about you all the time.
I think about you and don't know why.
poem by Jean Pullman
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