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?
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