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The Inquirer

The student news site of Diablo Valley College.

The Inquirer

Poema

Querida, piensas tú de mi

Como yo de ti cada día

Para que nos juntemos

Y siempre seas mía.

Que el cielo, sol, y luna

Tengan envidia de ti

Porque nada me da

Lo que tú me das a mi.

El sentimiento que me das

Es que me vuelve loco

Esa sonrisa que me das

Que no se va, ni un poco.

Verte me da puro nervio

Tus ojos, llenos de verme

Con que nada más me mires

Es ideal para complacerme.

Señor M.

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