Heres a joke poem I posted on Gina's blog:
I'm trying to be brave. But all my petals wither in the winter. And your such a youthful sapling. Will the spring forgive?
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If that's a joke, no one found it funny, only . . . rapturous
Stave it off, 1 2 3, and now you can count to three.
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