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I Miss Your Face.

This poem is dedicated to my dear friend Reza Alexander Kazerani. I miss him dearly.
And no, he didn't die, even though that first couple of sentances makes it sound like he did. He just lives 6 hours away and is one busy dude, sorta like myself, except I'm not a dude, and thus we do not get to mingle like we used to.

Buffalo Wild Wings
And sushi and ice cream
Inappropriate behavior in the walk-in
Bosses are supposed to be bossy
But not me, especially not to you
Swapping for Panchero's
Oh how I miss queso
Rewinding the cameras to watch someone fall
Saving receipts for crazy black cherry lady
Re-dating cakes
Not clocking out on breaks
We never used the red book
Instead we used facebook
I never did anything illegal
Except maybe mojitos
Cameron tried to rip out his down there hair
Blueberry Muffin Batter was Travis's idea
And I'm still singing those damn songs

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  1. Ryan (LWM)February 4, 2009 at 11:01 AM

    Thanks for stopping by my blog. I have seen FU, Penguin and I kind of love it. It's getting a little stale to me, though. Thanks again.

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