Commentary: Suggested by a tweet from The Pillar editor-in-chief J.D. Flynn.
"Her name is Noëlle,
I have a dream about her,
She rings my bell,
I got gym class in half an hour.
Oh, how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks!
But she doesn't know who I am,
And she doesn't give a damn about me…
"Man, I feel like mold,
It's prom night and I am lonely,
Lo and behold,
She's walking over to me.
This must be fake,
My lip starts to shake.
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me?…"
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