She was lovely
And just like those
Pointy hook latches
That used to hang on
Screen doors
When we were young
Those hooks
That would fly up when
The door was banged open again
She was perfect and
Perfectly eye catching
breaking and mending are the journey
She was lovely
And just like those
Pointy hook latches
That used to hang on
Screen doors
When we were young
Those hooks
That would fly up when
The door was banged open again
She was perfect and
Perfectly eye catching
This is good poetry. You have to try harder.
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Ahaha! Must try harder to be bad…
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