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Originally Posted by AChimp
That poem was bad.  |
You hurt my feelings that poem fucking
rhymed.
Here's another one for you, and if it's bad, it's not, because it can't be.
You have a heart made of gold
And a brain made of mold
Your soul, to the Devil, was sold
Your secrets, by your own boyfriend, were told
Your eyes, you fucking idiot, are cold
And this paper, that has your name on it, I will fold
I picked up a dictionary, there was no such word as
"Nold"
Nold is a non-existant word I decided to put in bold.
With you, i play chess.
I like you
Even though in this thread, you made a mess
Your jeans are lovely ..."Levis?" I ask, no, you say, "Guess"
"Will you be my friend?" i ask, and you say ..."all signs point to.. YES!"
AChimp FOR PREZ.
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