

SheShe's the meal that you cannot eat Although, she is often sought. She makes you want to taste defeat Just so you can say you fought. She makes you believe in happy endings. She makes you want to stop pretending That the dagger she heaves as she quietly leaves Will some day find a way of mending. She smiles, and teases, and seizes your heart. You follow, she leads, she's all that you need Why does she finish when you start? She's always smoldering Overwhelmingly sobering While being euphoric And she's mature but sophmoric She's everything you want, but wiShe
Nice page, I like your poetry, it's complex but simple at the same time, something I appreciate, later...
-Brett
Smooches,
kitty
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Peter Griffin: Brian, there's a message in my Alpha Bits. It says "OOOOOO"!
Brian Griffin: Peter, those are Cheerios.
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