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Call me a knockout and make my smile diminish because you're my boss. Sir, you're mistaken I don't feel more attractive when you honk your horn. Whistling at me only allows one of us to show true colors. Drive by and holler void of personality I'm just a figure. Your blood may pump blue But your soul is neon sign broken and ugly. A haiku for you: Corinne Elizabeth Parke, ***** little ***** *lol
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Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 4:41 AM UTC
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Call me a knockout and make my smile diminish because you're my boss. Sir, you're mistaken I don't feel more attractive when you honk your horn. Whistling at me only allows one of us to show true colors. Drive by and holler void of personality I'm just a figure. Your blood may pump blue But your soul is neon sign broken and ugly. A haiku for you: Corinne Elizabeth Parke, ***** little ***** *lol
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Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 4:41 AM UTC
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