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An Un-Love Poem
You are the dead fly in my biscuit tin.
You are the bird poo down the back of my new jacket.
You are the sudden downpour when I don’t have a car and am on my way to an interview.
You are the sneaky trail of snot when it’s freezing outside and I’m talking to my new boyfriend.
You are the bird poo down the back of my new jacket.
You are the sudden downpour when I don’t have a car and am on my way to an interview.
You are the sneaky trail of snot when it’s freezing outside and I’m talking to my new boyfriend.
Published 14th Jan 2010
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14th Jan 2010 7:58pm
...this wasn't longer. I thought you were just warming up - but you sure got my attention - so great job.
8th Feb 2012 5:04am
