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her first poem
Twenty years has passed
She's having trouble making
Anything make sense
But not that this makes any sense
Her glass of oj warms to room temp
She's so sick and tired of enabling herself
She takes a walk outside to hide
From the fact...
She's having trouble making
Anything make sense
But not that this makes any sense
Her glass of oj warms to room temp
She's so sick and tired of enabling herself
She takes a walk outside to hide
From the fact...
