April 17, 2008
By Natalie Miller, East Hills, NY

There she was
Her skin oh so fair,
Her crooked glasses
Her long frizzy hair.

There she sat
Being oh so polite,
Just looking at her
Made me feel spite.

What was so special
About this ordinary girl?
Every time he looked at her
It made me want to hurl.

Why couldn’t he love me
The way he loves her?
I thought we would last forever
Could they be more in love then we were?

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