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When I Watch You Walk Away

Watching you walk toward me
Is one favorite game to play,
And you get the action going
When I watch you walk away.

You command my breath and bloodstream
With your playful, proud sashay,
So your vibes are coming this way
Every time you walk away.

With your stride, your jaunty saunter,
Your prowl, your swing, you sway
My pulses to your rhythms
When you walk away that way.

There’s a certain sort of something
That the French call je ne sais,
And I feel it coming toward me
When I watch you walk away.

Chris O'Carroll

If you have any comments on this poem,  Chris O'Carroll  would be pleased to hear from you.

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