You're the kinda girl people write poems about, aren'tcha? ***** Limericks, but still, poetry! Something about white shoes and your off & way My tongue placed firmly in your cheek.
Chest-nut-hair and other lurid details But ******' nothing meant, right? I a-polo-gize profuzely you've just got me in a fluff No, don't walk a_way
I'm not trying to be esotaroric, esotaric, asoturric ****. Just listen, I wrote a limpprick about you I can't even whatknow that's...wrong again. What I'm Trying To Say Is Nothing; I Should Say Nothing.
Nothing is good-write? NothingmeansI'mquietShhhhSleepy-tymew/aKomenRibbonblanket