I know a girl
She drinks her coffee really sweet
And thinks HTML’s really neat
And sometimes she drinks too much wine
But that’s just fine with me…
I know a girl
She drives like she’s really old
She’s never warm, she’s always cold
Doesn’t know what she wants to be
And that’s fine With Me…
I haven’t known this girl too long
But I’m writing her this song
Because she thinks I’m really swell
I don’t know how she could tell
But that’s fine with me,
Cause she is too
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August 8, 2008 at 5:26 pm
Jessi
this makes me smile, because, oddly enough, it gives me glimmers of hope…
(www.loveisachoice.wordpress.com)
August 8, 2008 at 5:59 pm
wailin
Glad you like. I still maintain poetry is NOT my strong point… at all… ever… and never will be…
September 16, 2008 at 8:19 pm
John
This is crying out to be set to song!
September 16, 2008 at 11:19 pm
errisandra
You.
Write Moar.
Nao.
Srsly, Walin. You’s been slacking.
September 17, 2008 at 3:48 am
wailin
Actually, a song was my intention, but sadly I lack the skill to do so. Trying, however.
Far as writing more, I have no inspiration as of late. >.<
September 18, 2008 at 1:36 am
errisandra
Hmph. Inspiration is whatever you want it to be.