True Love
I have soft brown eyes and long blond hair
When I go out walking boys turn and stare
My folks would be angry if they knew the score
'cause I'm in love with Jason next door
I am always told he's not my kind
But we're sweethearts so I don't mind
They say true love will find a way
And he made love to me yesterday
No one was in when he came round
He's a Boxer and I'm an Afghan Hound.
Poetry by Toonist
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Written on 2009-12-17 at 10:38
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