Apple Of My Eye
The object of my affection
The apple of my eye
These very things
Shall be my demise
I yearn for them
I miss them every day
Yet something had to
Come a long and
Sweep my dear away
The object of my affection
Lost in a swirl of gray
Someday maybe
I’ll catch him
And sweep him away
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last poem until i get home
will you believe it? I was sitting there typing away and then the librarian came up and said uif i was gogin to type i had to move to her office because i was typnig too loud =.='
Granetd people were testingm, but really? typing too loud gogin to make them fail? Well i bet halfof them can't even type a good 30 wpm =.= dumb a's
now i'm kinda pissed, and sodaq isn't helpign the matter
but.... yeah
more poems later, hopefully, if i get around to uploading them
over and out
momamoose
