Teenage PoetryHormones and rhyming dictionaries seem to go together. Let's celebrate this by publishing the poems you wrote as a teenager.
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chthonic, Thu 11 Aug 2005, 14:49)
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It wasn't the grass,that tickled her ass,
it was my finger.
She sat on my face,
and i guessed her weight.
She was a minger.
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(, Thu 11 Aug 2005, 14:57, closed)
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