Roses are red,
violets are blue,
you said I smell,
but boy do you too.
Now for some real poetry;
The Tear
It falls, falls, falls,
off her nose,
down. down, down.
You hurt her,
badly, badly, badly.
You don't care, care,care.
You're the reason.
The reason for her tears.
-Kasey 9/25/07
Here is a hello to my dad and brothers who returned from Boy Scout Camp today, overtired but happy to be home.
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