Holding hands for no reason at all
Except desire still to hold your hand;
Wandering around a shopping mall
Because we're too excited to just stand,
Not looking at the stores - who wants to shop? -
Just being in a constant sort of whirl
Of motion and emotion, 'til the cop
Tells us it's closing and they want to furl
The little awnings on the shops, so could
We move along please?, wandering at random,
Talking of nothing but still feeling good,
Perhaps explaining some still-unshared fandom,
Or new discovery - this is the way
To spend a perfect unproductive day.
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