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spyley
American
Kiley in italics Just Kyle in regular text Spencer and Kyle in bold And so it begins... At poets I laugh Silly boys with their rhyming here I sit smiling gracefully moving She smiles at my poem I smile at hers. She burns all my books I cry all the time, never over She is my new fav I cry when books burn, Angrily **** those who burn Even my new faves She giggles all day *try to **** but always fail* She will live forever None live forever Though the war will never end. We're back in the game You silly little youngster and second class guys I will always win Powerful, she is yet she has less "class" than we. She cannot beat us two plus three is five Indeed, but two men do not equal that of one woman In their clutter'd brains Women make odd equations that just make no sense men cannot add things men will never understand the ways women speak When girls start to speak All we hear is rabble ra- bble rabble rabble Open up your ears You have lost this game today *I'm done and win, ***** Kiley exits
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Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 3:43 PM UTC
An Epic Battle