Oh hey, all two people who read this (hey grandma!) I entered a poetry contest. If I win I receive 5000 dollarz. Plez wish me luck.
Thanks!
Park benches and
picnic tables, scraped
knees and stupid
dreams.
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Your touch, your lips, your heart -- buried in fresh soil. I'll find your love.
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Gewd Luc.
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