There was no opportunity before
She was angry at work
Was gonna ask her what they call her for short
I was on a mission wandered the aisle
Wondered what I needed
There was nothing I needed
She wanted not to be there
I had different feelings
There were many keys
She was a storm
Mission was aborted
Some one called to her, "T"
Was what they call her for short
I got what I wanted
Will it lead me somewhere
The mission critical only to me
Or might not be
A question answered
No question asked
This would mean something to me
Never happened before
This is what I mark with a T
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