An ode to Nickole...
Nickole's eyes are like a babbling brook of clear, blue water.
Every hair on Nickole's head is like a ray of golden sunshine.
Her feet are delicate and unbruised.
Ever inch of her large, ebony frame is absolute perfection.
Her fingers are petite and rotund; her hands warm like a summer breeze.
Nickole is a success at every endeavor she undertakes.
Nickole's beauty spans far past superficial appearances: her brilliant mind is unhindered by downs.
Poetry may not be my cup of tea, but whenever I think of Nickole, the words just flow.
I don't know who I was trying to fool with that last entry. I mean, yeah, I wrote an entire entry that wasn't about Nickole, but it was very difficult. The whole time all I did was think of Nickole.
Did you know that Nickole eats cheese?
I love Scott Baio! (In another dimension.)
Every hair on Nickole's head is like a ray of golden sunshine.
Her feet are delicate and unbruised.
Ever inch of her large, ebony frame is absolute perfection.
Her fingers are petite and rotund; her hands warm like a summer breeze.
Nickole is a success at every endeavor she undertakes.
Nickole's beauty spans far past superficial appearances: her brilliant mind is unhindered by downs.
Poetry may not be my cup of tea, but whenever I think of Nickole, the words just flow.
I don't know who I was trying to fool with that last entry. I mean, yeah, I wrote an entire entry that wasn't about Nickole, but it was very difficult. The whole time all I did was think of Nickole.
Did you know that Nickole eats cheese?
I love Scott Baio! (In another dimension.)