There was a girl who was playing in the park when she saw a picture in the bushes. She kept the photo but forgot about it until she was married. Her husband asked, "who is that little boy" in her wallet. She answered: "My first love." Then the husband smiled and said: "I lost this picture when I was nine years old."
" And that, kids, is how your grandmother found your grandfather. A true story of first and pure love."
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Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
