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Nov 2017
That boy
He drives me nuts
He's the cloud of gnats who get stuck in my ear
He's the patch of ice that sent me down on my rear
He's the kid in third grade
Who pulled my pigtail
He's the buggar the postman left
On my mail
He's stuck to me, now
All slimy and goo
I wonder if he's thinking of me too
Written by
Krista DelleFemine  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
191
     Remmy, Lori Jones McCaffery and Jobira
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