As I fight my blonde hair
In the mornings,
I stare at the girl glaring back at me
And wonder, who she is
And how she got so very far away.
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Like it? Leave me a snap. You know...like snapping instead of clapping in a coffee house.
Also could be interpreted like, "Oh, snap!" if you don't like it.
Also could be interpreted like, "Oh, snap!" if you don't like it.
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Don't you Dare
All poems (and artwork) are property of Chelsi A. Johnston and are copy write protected. Please don't plagiarize...it's mean.
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