Whitney

by whitney bartlett   Jun 9, 2005


As he rolls around in bed,
He watches the sun rise,
Hoping to catch a glemve from her eyes.
Now as he gets ready, he can't stay steady,
For the thought of her makes him tremble.
When at school he makes a fool and talks to girls that make her hurl.
But he knows that she is the only girl.

I think that is cute! and he even titled it Whitney...

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