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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Stalker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Talk of ill intent, or sheer coincidence<br>A stalker I've got, as events would show<br>She is fair, I might shelve my evidence<br>But as days go by, apprehensions grow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was in the mall, when she first appeared<br>Right across the rack, she gave me the eye<br>Then the elevator ride, that we shared<br>All add up to encounters that came by</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the party I happen to be at<br>She danced, right after I got off the floor<br>It all seemed so casual then, I forgot<br>Long before that, she lingered at the door</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a round of golf, she teed off my mound<br>Following my game, she always drives by<br>And at times, that I chance to look around<br>Along the fairways, she chats with some guy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were they gearing up, somehow, for action? <br>Now that she's been to the beach I frequent? <br>In fact, she became swimsuit attraction<br>Her pose as Miss Olympia was quite quaint</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wary now, to a private beach I went<br>There, her presence would, I hope, be missing<br>Yet, she shows and my cozy nook is rent<br>She's the guard! She told me, 'You're trespassing.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Reyvrex+Questor+Reyes">Reyvrex Questor Reyes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483581" data-title="The Stalker de Reyvrex Questor Reyes" data-description="Talk of ill intent, or sheer coincidence A stalker I've got, as events would show She is fair, I might shelve my evidence But as days go by, apprehensions grow It was in the mall, when she first appeared Right across the rack, she gave me the eye..."></div> </div> </div>
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