There once was a young lass who loved.
She thought she was rather beloved.
It was rather most,
But not very beauce,
She just couldn't say no to the gloved.
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My Poem Book
PoetryA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...
