May 19, 2009
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karla karla
remind me of darla
youre so sweet
but you live so farla
if you lived closer
i would make you a poster
and feed you some bread
when it pops out the toaster
i would make you laugh
plot you on a graph
i would take you to the zoo
to ride on a giraffe
youre a hard worker
and a tear jerker
but on thanksgiving
you dont eat the turker
why oh why
do i feel so high
when i stare at you
when you walk right by
give me a dollar
give me ten cents
im so very sorry
this poem makes no sense

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