Random people write to me, on the internet, you see.
I never heard of them, they never heard of me.
Should I send them poetry?
Who are they, who are you?
I am me too.
Random people of the universe, it could be better, it could be worse.
At a dance I suppose I asked a random girl.
Why not give it a whirl?
The world turns. My heart burns.
Many happy returns.
4th October, 2016