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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

My Blah Poem

When I was fifteen
Growing up was the new thing :-)

I said no kissing
Till I turn eighteen :-/

A secret room for two
When I turn twenty-two <3

But now I'm twenty-four
And I throw him out that door  :-/

Tomorrow I'll be twenty-six
And I'll be in a fix  :-(

For when I'm thirty
Things might get dirty :-O

Because I'll again need you
When I turn thirty-two :-)

But when we both turn sixty
Being together will be risky :-/

For we'd want to be fifteen again
And break the promise of kissing too late. :-P

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