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ODE TO LAURA By ... Steve Lucky I am far from an expert on love and romance. You were the exception. Someone called you on the phone Pretending to be an eleven year old girl named Lisa With the same cheerleading coach you once had. This person invited you to my house And you came not thinking anything unusual about it. What in the world compelled you to listen to me? Deception on a grand scale Came from an unlikely sixteen year old boy. Your old cheerleader coach was my stepmother So I had an abundance of inside information. My "brilliant plan" had a major flaw. Geniune feelings you had for Lisa, The girl who never was. I attempted to cover it up, But you knew better and were determined to find out. Finally I whispered, "Maybe she used an allias." You cried. The reason may not have been what I thought it was. Even so, you cried. Short sighted vision allowed me to see Only the ways in which you wronged me. I had let you down. During one of my most troublesome moments You were there for me. More was going on than could be seen at first glance, For both of us. Placing my hand on your back, we stood in silence. Redemption came while I was still sixteen. Copyright 2007, Steve Lucky
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