MY POEMS

MY POEMS

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Parts 2

Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Thu, Mar 2, 2017

So basically this is my poems!! I was inspired to do this by myself. At first. But then my awesome friend wrote her own poem book. She told me and I was like "I was just about to do the same thing!" And she told me,"Well follow your dreams." And I know she was just playing, trying to get a laugh out of me but she inspired me. This girl that I'm talking about is a really amazing person. She can make a life complete. She can make your day, no matter what time it is. She is fun and beautiful and loving. She is her. But most of all, She is my Bestest Muffin Friend. and to me, thats all that matters. LOVE YA BMF!!❤😜 @MiaaiM9 Her username^^plz go follow her!! You won't regret it!😊

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