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im posting this lovely poem again that laura wrote me. because i dont think that last time anyone fully appreciated it. hah.
Ode To JB
there once was a girl
named Julia Bourke
who when she was little
ate mountains of dirt
she likes to watch TV
except for the news
her favorite show
is that of blues clues
she sometimes gets confused
and loses her things
loses her homework
and sometimes her rings
she stuggles each day
living in Indiana
she wishes she could be in louisville
eating a bananna
she's in love
with a boy with skill
he's a bit creepy
his name is will
her initials backwards
is a sexual pleasure
that has nothing to do
with that of the weather
the story of this girl
Julia Bourke
is coming to a close
so i can do my work.
THE END
Ode To JB
there once was a girl
named Julia Bourke
who when she was little
ate mountains of dirt
she likes to watch TV
except for the news
her favorite show
is that of blues clues
she sometimes gets confused
and loses her things
loses her homework
and sometimes her rings
she stuggles each day
living in Indiana
she wishes she could be in louisville
eating a bananna
she's in love
with a boy with skill
he's a bit creepy
his name is will
her initials backwards
is a sexual pleasure
that has nothing to do
with that of the weather
the story of this girl
Julia Bourke
is coming to a close
so i can do my work.
THE END