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Marie Lynn in the little place that exists over the rainbow |
December 24th, 2006
I love how you talk,
and your lovely clothes.
I think you're smart,
you know what no one else knows.
Your teeth are white,
and you're nice and neat,
you smell like a rose,
and you have perfect feet.
Your hair is all nice,
and you look sweet and new,
but I still think that I'm better than you.
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I do not actually think that. It is just a poem.