averageness, commonness, commonplaceness, normality

for Polin, my dear friend

Pauline, the Anti-Jet Set
Ice cream is part of her diet
She likes it when the ice cream is wet
You can even smell aroma on her breath

Her favorite flavors are lemon and maple syrup
She won’t notice you no matter what stir-up
As long as she’s eating her ice cream
She’ll only spot you in a dream

Pauline, the Anti-Jet Set
I’m so sorry you don’t know her yet.
Pauline, the Anti-Jet Set
The day will come, when you will have met.

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