He walked in and looked around hoping for a familiar face Someone who would at least
Nod their head to acknowledge him
Could introduce him to the crowd
Because he hated being alone and he hated being unknown He knew he couldn't just walk up to a stranger
Put out his hand and say hello
Hope the greeting would be returned
And then maybe conversation would flow
No, he knew he couldn't just put out his hand
He had to be ready with some witty repartee and a plan
For he hated being alone and hated being unknown
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