Today, before I crawl into a hole to die, I give to you a poem. I wrote it myself -
sick
sick
sick
i'm sick
of being
sick
sick
sick
sick
i'm sick
of being
sick
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unique3:
HAHA. nice poem. sorry you're sick though...
mistressmissy:
hey hunny if you still don't know what to get your dad for christmas i thought of this since he likes to read and all. just a suggestion 