not the silly car i drove
or the goofy hair i had
not the food we didn’t eat
or the movie that was bad
not the single-gendered dorm
with girls passing in the hall
not the rectress around the corner
watching one and all
not even the smell of onion bagels
from the garbage bin
could keep our lips from touching
once our romance did begin

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