Ten and Shorter
Is it wrong for us to be in love?
I mean, you're taller and eleven.
I'm ten and shorter.
That first dinner I guessed it.
Your mother had to bring you.
My father, me.
Day after day we're on our own.
Well, when school's out
and they work.
I have never been happier.
One day I will tell you.
But -- not today.
c. Ciprianowords, Inc. 2009
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