like Christmas.
by:
poetic abortion (1/12/2007)


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she hangs like holly on Christmas
and you wonder if she tastes like it
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Author's Note: My only talent seems to lie in failed haikus. And sonnets. And tankas. Really, I'm quite surprised my English I teacher hasn't given up on me yet.
- poetic abortion (8/23/2007, 12:31 PM)