How could I meet a guy if he wasn't there?
Written @ 1:54 p.m. on November 25, 2003
As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today
I wish that he would go away.
My great-uncle Dave used to say that to my sister and me when we were kids. He also used to call us by each other's name. I assume that was on purpose but he'd never own up to it.
I'm not sure what made me think of that just now.
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