Harriet. Harry-ette.
Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis.
Beautiful, bemuse-ed, bellicose butcher.
Un-trust... ing.
Un-know... ing.
Un-love... ed?
"He wants you back," he screamed into
the night air like a fireman going
to a window that has no fire...
except the passion of his heart.
I am lonely.
It's really hard.
This poem... sucks.
geez Mike Myers, you make me wanna write poems on such early morning! Now, if only I can find a jazz trio. hmm...
Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis.
Beautiful, bemuse-ed, bellicose butcher.
Un-trust... ing.
Un-know... ing.
Un-love... ed?
"He wants you back," he screamed into
the night air like a fireman going
to a window that has no fire...
except the passion of his heart.
I am lonely.
It's really hard.
This poem... sucks.
geez Mike Myers, you make me wanna write poems on such early morning! Now, if only I can find a jazz trio. hmm...
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