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A poem.

I love my G.
He got me flowers.
Birthday flowers
For my birthday.

They came to work,
Delivered them,
And they said I blushed
When I came to get 'em.

I think some of them
Are freesia
And there's some statis
In there too
And ferns
It's pretty
But the pink ones don't smell.

My G is the best
And you're all jealous
Because I love him
And you can love him too
But he won't love you back.

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coral
Feb. 28th, 2003 02:41 pm (UTC)
:)
Happy Birthday!
rivulet
Feb. 28th, 2003 03:31 pm (UTC)
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Thanks!
rini
Feb. 28th, 2003 03:01 pm (UTC)
aw, spoiled Meg!

How old will you be tomorrow? 23?
rivulet
Feb. 28th, 2003 03:32 pm (UTC)
Re:
Yup. I'm an old lady, huh? :P
rini
Feb. 28th, 2003 08:06 pm (UTC)
oh yeah, you're practically obsolete you're so old!
coryg
Feb. 28th, 2003 03:51 pm (UTC)
The best poem ever!
rivulet
Feb. 28th, 2003 03:55 pm (UTC)
Re:
You just like it because it's about you. :)
coryg
Feb. 28th, 2003 04:10 pm (UTC)
Re:
All the best poems are about me!
thothway
Mar. 1st, 2003 11:50 am (UTC)
But I can love you and you love me back, so nyaah.
rivulet
Mar. 1st, 2003 01:59 pm (UTC)
Re:
Well, that's different!
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