
Hormones and rhyming dictionaries seem to go together. Let's celebrate this by publishing the poems you wrote as a teenager.
( , Thu 11 Aug 2005, 14:49)
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...it's no wonder that a) i always got As in English and b) he didn't try to find out who sent him that anonymous valentine's card... poor, poor man.
We pass each other upon the stair
I blush all red and play with my hair
You make me tingle you're such a hunk
I'll spy on you at lunch and watch you slam-dunk
Hoping to see a glimpse of your tum
Or maybe the outline of your studly bum
Your muscly legs send me all a-quiver
but it's time for biology - we're boiling liver
( , Fri 12 Aug 2005, 14:19, Reply)
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