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May 2017
Her daddy once said
to watch out for
the monster's 'round here.
She played it off,
acted all fine.
She walks out and looks around,
wait for them to dine.
Meat is plenty,
but if a soul they long for,
a pathetic one is
all to be found.
She tries a hand at optimistic,
she doesn't like it when someone feels pessimistic.
She isn't artistic,
she isn't easy on the eyes.
She can make anyone laugh,
she's always there for one's that try to play fine.
She cries because she feels alone,
she just wants her heart that was dipped in gold
back from such an evil throne.
Here's something you never knew:
Her favorite is provolone.
bluevelvet
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bluevelvet  24/the same as you
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   Ryan Holden
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