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A poem by Greta B. Lipson
How do i love thee?
How am i supposed to know?
I've never felt so miserable before.
I love your hair, your teeth, you nose,
I even love your baggy clothes
It's Cupid and not me who knows the score.
This attration isn't right,
'Cause it's clear you're not too bright
And what's worse your iddle chatter
Is a bore!!
When i get back my sences
i will build up my defenses
Abd'll boot that crazy Cupid
Through the door.
Untill Then, oh dearsest darling,
Perious one, sublimest starling
You're the only one this second
I adore!!!
The end
i love this poem and now i get to read it for class next week yeah thank you gibron for trading
How do i love thee?
How am i supposed to know?
I've never felt so miserable before.
I love your hair, your teeth, you nose,
I even love your baggy clothes
It's Cupid and not me who knows the score.
This attration isn't right,
'Cause it's clear you're not too bright
And what's worse your iddle chatter
Is a bore!!
When i get back my sences
i will build up my defenses
Abd'll boot that crazy Cupid
Through the door.
Untill Then, oh dearsest darling,
Perious one, sublimest starling
You're the only one this second
I adore!!!
The end
i love this poem and now i get to read it for class next week yeah thank you gibron for trading