Musings of a Samlover
by Casey Jepson
© 2003


Walking across from me is Sam
I MUST have the Sam, O that Sam
Time for some of my infinite faces
I apparate behind him in the form of Rosie
I spin him, kiss him, ruffle his hair, disapparate
He is confused, I am happy
The next day he's out on the road
I run up to him in the form of a little girl
I hug his legs, he smiles
I pinch his bum, he flinches
I run off, amused, and he is confused
Next day I am a hat, simple as that
He puts me on on his way outside
I breathe words of "I love you" into his ear
Then sprout wings and fly away
He says "what was that? An infatuated flying hat?"
I guess that I am
I am whatever I need be
To get close to that wonderous Sam
And now HE'S a Confused PHF! Rawk!



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