To the girl with
the brown curly hair who sang all about that bass, smelly cat, and that
cool piano box song at the Unacompanied Minors concert. You're both
here, there and all the where's in between. You were even in my dreams.
That's what prompted this post. Don't think this is a hoax, I just want
to boast about you. I suck at poetry. Goats in a tap shoe. Sing to me.
That's the gayest shit I've ever read.
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ReplyDeletethat was phenomenal... and she's single
ReplyDeleteHaters gonna hate
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