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This piece started off short and playful, as I was teasing Mr. Meyer about how he unwittingly inspires a certain waitress. As I wrote it, it took a life of its own and became more about me and how he inspires me.

Mr. Meyer, Mr. Meyer,
oh how you inspire
my heart’s burning desire.

Without a doubt, Mr. Meyer,
I do admire
and never tire
of you, as my squire.

And oh… Mr. Meyer,
how I do aspire
to soar ever higher
singing like a choir
as you make me perspire.

By the way, Mr. Meyer
before I retire
let me not be a liar
and confess… my dear sire,
that my mind’s on fire
with thoughts of you, Mr. Meyer.

~L. Mireles 12 October 11