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Dec 2015
I strongly dislike you.
I strongly dislike shoe.
I strongly dislike boo.
There's nothing that I strongly like.
Except for blike.
And ****.
And shrike.
But that's all nonsense.
Words made up.
Why do the good things never rhyme?
We all run out of time.
Written by
Kayla Nieto
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