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by A Phoenyx in Flight May 6, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I'm not supposed to get mad when you write poems about me. But when I write just one about you. It's suddenly not OK. If you don't want me writing stuff about you. Stop writing about me. You are no longer my friend. So you don't have the right to make up poems about me.