Somebody Snitched on Me
A poem
entitled
My Phobia of Love
Heather leaned in for a picture.
She laughed
and I felt it right in my ear.
I jumped and ducked.
For a moment
I forgot I was in Corner Brook;
I thought she was going to lick me.
Did I choose to love?
3 Comments:
I'M GETTIN' NOTHIN FOR CHRISTMAS.
12:44 AM
ok Robyn is definately going to win. There's really no point in my trying now, I have like what?! 2? lol.
10:30 AM
IT WORKED!!! YUSS!
10:30 AM
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